Hungry After Stomach Flu

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.

Amazon book recommendation:
Ueckermünde: Faces of a Pomeranian port city