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Promenade Concert on Usedom

In Heringsdorf collect the hunting horn. Their instruments at hand clamped under his arm and huntsman's uniform, they are flocking to the band shell. The benches in front are filled with mostly elderly spa guests who defy expectations of a cultural program of the cold breeze. At the edge of some baroque costumed riders. The horse to beat nervously with their hooves, as the horns resound across the square. "Timber is natural," is on a banner. After a brief applause begin talks. The official part of the show does not stop us, we go over to the pier.

the porch, a glass wall separating the bar in the middle is a useful innovation to wind and rain. Now, he absorbs the onset of brass hunting friends who accompanied us from a distance. The modern building at the end of the pier, of course, a restaurant, looks like an Eastern head covering. A closer look, he also resembles a hat, even more than is traced in the twilight of his brim light. The last ferry of the day casts off and heads for Ahlbeck. Meanwhile, the forest people organize at the beach, a horse ballet.

Strange traces

for breakfast Hotel in the winds are back. At the buffet we know them yet. Only when they line up to belt out a birthday serenade in their ranks and the glasses seem to shake it, we are in the picture. And wide awake.

We walk along the beach. The wind is still asleep, the sun faded from a spotless blue sky. The sand is pierced by numerous holes. Even when tracking, we meet the reason: Nordic Walker accommodate us, pressing their sticks into the soft beach. Well, well forget the skis? Sometimes even at jokes with a long beard good laugh.

The number of hikers, athletes, socialites and Sonnenblinzler growing. A gull has its hands full to devote themselves to their prey. disturbed again and again, they stick to the dead fish in its beak. Flutter between land, startled to move. Again and again.

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imperial baths. Between Heringsdorf and Ahlbeck is dressed-up villas and hotels strung together. So much for ostentatious wealth, all the idyllic flashy exclusivity - immodest hints on the former and recovered in fresh colors, newly put into possession of its former glory. Only now and then sprawl remains of the Workers 'and Peasants' holiday culture with broken windows and crumbling facades between. Almost like the day visitors, one might think, the pomp eyeing amazed to dip their toes into the waves, climb back on the bus and tell at home, to have been in a place where the rich and famous holiday.

summer child

The beach chairs are pushed into the path of the sun, shed the jackets. Also, we succumb to the temptation to let the water swirl around our feet. But the Baltic is not on games. She grabs with icy teeth and we have to grit selbige first until we got used to the cold. The water temperature is about seven degrees, rumors we hear.

A little boy makes us believe it would be already August. Stark naked, he runs the twenty yards between the beach chair of his parents and the water line back and forth, waving his Budde Leimer, kneels in the saturated sand. Around him, walkers in long pants and jackets. He noticed that we marvel at him and talk to him to be met some time ago so busy and naked. "I only collect shells," he justifies himself, keeps us out to prove his pail and makes away from. We look after him and watch the sand trickle from his butt.

remain on the pier are the people on the beach to collect audience. Two young men got rid of all their clothes and make themselves to take a bath. First, in the crowd. Here they present their radically shaved body. That they enjoy it, but says the choice of place next to the pier, which is for pedestrians to the lodge. Then it goes into the water. Slowly, tentatively, with small steps to overcome the shallow beach, then throw one into the icy waves, rushing back to shore, throwing their bodies shrink in towels. In head-shaking dispersed the crowd, but not until now.

hands to the sky

beach party. The side wall of a trailer is pulled down and finished the stage. The cheerful repertoire of popular songs and mood songs turns up the heat to the guests. Crackling fire baskets. Suckling pig sausages and fragrant. There is a crush at the beer wagon. Many of the hunting horn is one of the party. The lights of the festival are reflected on the contributions to the shore Baltic tongues. Ships flashing in the distance. The music heats up, couples jostling in front of the stage carriage. The guests sing and sway on the benches with. Fast we are caught, and then swing our doped with Rum Cola cup in the air. A nice, cozy, happy, great night, we assure ourselves on the way back to the hotel after the last encore faded final and we are once again paced the pier.

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on Szczecin Lagoon

get off? There when we are tired of the constraints and obligations are sorry. Fort all ballast and down to the Szczecin Lagoon. Let's gaze before, the safety, whether to rest here is good and hide from the world. In the summer at the beach selling sugared strawberries and live the rest of the year, modest about it. A cheerful commitment to an area that we do not know. We are fickle and promptly, as we approach.

places and farms to make himself scarce. The road winds in the grip of the woods. We rolled along it almost alone. Time and again crosses to commemorate those who have never reached their destination. The remote area welcomes its guests with melancholy. Impatiently, we expect to arrive at.

holiday bustle

Ueckermünde holds siesta. Soon the sights erschlendert, the boardwalk leads to Rosi fish haven. Under the Canopy is celebrated. Ascension, Männertag, first of May. The convivial sitting apparently some time together, is just about to order supplies. The bikes are decorated with green branches have to be patient. They know each other. The greetings of passers-by answered cheerfully and with a welcoming gesture.

We stay order looking to the excitement. Because the crowd is large, we must wait. "A few minutes later." The vendor indicated with a friendly wink, do not forget to have us. Then we keep our steaming plate in the hands move, the bar table on the bench. The huge portions look for work, but the delicious fish is worth the effort. "Good day." We put a face piece, open, watchful eyes. Nice people here. "Goodbye." Once you can look each other in the eye and receives the reply of the opponent. Smile. Nod. It is pleasant and unusual, just aware of each other here takes notice, although we have not eaten for a few minutes at the same table.

views over the lagoon

the bathhouse on the lagoon have gathered under the canopy of a large tree on the beach, the young men. They practice in the celebration of their supposed great day. This may not be missing apple seeds and giggling girls. All strict loudly, it's possible to act grown up. So impatient we were once also, and therefore go over indulgent.

Dressing Pavilion at the riverside path is true nostalgic. He may already have been here for the Empire, as swimsuits still up to the elbows and knees sufficient. I have to think with The Tin Drum Oskar, as he mixes in one of the beach cabins perhaps on a belly button effervescent powder with spit.

At the end of the lido Uecker flows into the lagoon. Small boats chug past. We can rough up the hair from the wind, go to the top of the pier look through the gray of the waves. Usedom on the horizon, our next destination.

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