When you’re lying in a nice comfortable bed, it can be difficult facing getting up knowing you’ve got about 80 k’s of headwind ahead of you. And you’re not sure where you’re gonna be staying that night or what type of campground it’ll be. But there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. So, strap everything back on the bike, check all the nuts and bolts – twice, then get moving.
The trip to Bremen turned out to be fine and quite sheltered. It was fairly peaceful, except when near an Autobahn where it seemed everyone was in a mad rush to see who could go the fastest.
As for Breman itself, God, it was absolutely teeming with people everywhere. Groups of hen and stag parties were well into celebration mode, even it wasn’t yet noon. I thought I might take a pit stop at the central station but it was worse than a mass bad scrum trying to get in so I gave up and headed away from the city centre.
I had looked at three campsites outside of Bremen as I headed West, not being sure which one to stop at. The first one I came to turned out to be a members only campsite. but the campground owner said you can stay here, showed me a spot to pitch my tent and gave me keys to the bathroom and allowed me to stay for free. He was celebrating his daughter’s first day at school with a party at the campground. So different from around Helsingor where NZ$80 got a tiny spot of grass and showers were extra.