First Sunday after Flemming and I came back from our over one month flying vacation in Europe, we were craving to get airborne. Barth in Germany looked like a good destination, and we took off. Brorfelde observatory on our way:
The clouds over Zealand (Denmark) were quite low; then there was a break over the sea, and clouds again over Germany, though high enough – 5,000 feet.
Flemming and I looked forward to spending a day in Barth.
After summer vacation in the temperatures between +30C and +40C, we had difficulties adjusting to the Danish weather. It was especially me, who was freezing all the time.
Beautiful cloud formations:
The town of Barth when we were in the landing pattern:
In Barth, an An-2 was preparing for a flight:
We rented electric bikes and headed on the road:
I later crashed on that bike in the middle of a roundabout. We were supposed to leave the biking lane, go over the roundabout, and back on the biking lane. The bikes were so heavy and so powerful, I lost control and crashed in the middle of the road. Flemming was just biking further, without ever looking back! 🙂 Several cars stopped, offering help, and a person was running to me with the same intention. I hurt an albow and a knee, lost some skin, but luckily no bleedings at all. White jeans became black on one side, and that’s it. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was…
We parked our bikes in the town, and continued on foot.
Charming houses, old doors…
There is always life in Barth-Hafen:
Barth is thought to be the site of the sunken town of golden Vineta, the Atlantis of the North. I wrote more about this legend and the town in my other post about Barth, when I visited it with a friend, which you can read here.
After walking around for a while, we went for lunch in Vinetablick, a seaside restaurant.
Flemming ordered schnitzel, and he didn’t like it. Mine fish was good:
We both were a bit tired after the first working week after vacation, so we took everything easy. It was nice just to walk around, and see the old town:
Barth once had four gates. Only one of them left today – Dammtor, 35 meters high:
An interesting sign on one of the wine shops:
In the evening, we biked back to the airport:
A short stop by the memorial to the prisoners of WWII camp:
During the WWII, there was a Nazi prison of war camp in Barth, called Stalag Luft I, for captured Allied airmen. It is believed, the presence of the prison camp protected the town from Allied bombing.
Flying back home was very relaxing; the air was smooth, and magnificent views so pleasant for the eyes:
