Awoke at 8:30 am. Left after breakfast. Strong winds all the way. Started pouring down just before town. When I arrived in Flensburg I asked directions at a gas station. Immediately afterwards, I slipped on a streetcar rail, taking four pieces of meat from my leg, spraining my right wrist, and getting muddy from head to toe, right side.I had just started off again when a lady rolled down her window and said something in German. After examining myself, I found that my bag containing my passport, maps and more were in a mud puddle about 1/2 km back in the road. Then the boot hanging on the right side of the rear wheel went through the wheel, sadly bending the luggage carrier and locking the back wheel.
I pulled off the road to fix it. It was tangled so badly I had to cut it loose. Pulling out the knife I slashed open my left index finger. The blood from my right leg was pouring down my leg, as a passerby pointed out to me.
After bandaging myself, I started off again almost an hour later. After asking five people how to get to the hostel, I found it neatly hidden in the trees, clearly not marked by signs. Bathed, ate, wrote and slept. And this wasn't Friday the 13th.
Mileage Pjedsted to Flensburg 98 km, 62 miles
Lunch 1.25
Youth Hostel .30
