7th & 8th of September - Italian Alps to German Seaside

Where? When? What? 

You know that microsecond of amnesia that you may be afflicted with when waking up in a strange/new locale? Well, picture that for a good 10 to 15 seconds. Disorientating. Once I had figured I was in the storage room of the bar, I packed up my gear, leaving behind the Lonely Planet guides, no use to me now. I found some food which had escaped the clean up from the night before and then wandered to the internet cafe, printed my flight ticket for that evening (or so I thought), slipped on the backpack and hoisted the snowboard bag across my back and wandered to the train station (45 sweaty minutes). After some hours of the train, struggling with my unwieldy gear, I managed to get the right Milan airport. After I tried to present my ticket to check in, I realised I hadn't printed the right part of the ticket. So, my flight went from costing $20 to $80, as they charge exorbitant fee's to simply print a ticket. Fuck you Ryanair. Arriving at Felix's place in Berlin at around 11pm, I said a quick hello showered and slept like a log...

Felix woke me as left to go to work, I threw the pack on my shoulders on off I went again. To have breakfast with another German friend, the guy who I started my hitchhiking adventure with, going from Berlin to Istanbul, via Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Moldavia and Bulgaria. Who, confusingly for you, is also called Felix. Anyways, we caught up briefly and talked all about our respective adventure which had ensued since we separated in Bulgaria. After a delicious breakfast cooked by Felix, he lent me his map and gave me instructions for an awesome hitchhiking spot in north Berlin. My plan was to get to Rostock and catch the ferry to Sweden the following day. I had a CSing host lined up in Rostock, so off I went. 

I caught the S-Bahn to the north of Berlin and hopped off, wandering down gorgeous leafy streets, large houses of varying designs framing the view. It was quiet and really beautiful. I was pretty excited about this hitchhiking spot as I was required to locate a path and wander through a forest. For a bit. This is how it was described to me. Awesomeness. Actually found the path, wandered the forest, surprised some Germans and got to the petrol station. 2 lifts later I found myself dropped to the door of my host, so many kind and caring people you meet when you hitchhike. So, I hung out, got some food and cooked dinner. My host Karina kindly helped me organise the tram route I would need to take the next day. I would have loved to have stayed up later chatting, but 5.30am was the waking hour...