the baltic sea chronicles: day 6. the sea & boltenhagen.

a coast journey sounded very promising, i always wanted to see the cliffs of the baltic sea. i even tried to do a bicycle tour to the steep coasts of timmendorfer strand / niendorf, but alas, i gave up, it was too far away and i had to be back at a certain time. the journey on the sea was beyond exciting, we had the best weather ( huge clouds, sun, rainbows ). our end destination was boltenhagen, a resort in schleswig-holstein's neighbour state mecklenburg-vorpommern. we were vacationing here before, when i was a baby, shortly after the fall of the wall. it was strange to be here and hear the stories of my parents about these old times. my dad told a story about walking to the steep coasts with my brother one time - before the fall - the borders of the federal german republic were right after the cliff lines that turned into a small bay. they walked for a little while, my brother wanted to go back though. so they returned. what would've happened if they would've walked on? there was a military station up on the hills and i'm sure they followed every step my dad took. what would've happened if he'd cross the borders? would he and my brother still be with us today? i thought about this for quite a long time.

in the morning i was bicycling over to sierksdorf. there is an amusement park over there. we haven't visited it yet.

back to haffkrug for catching our boat.

the beach of haffkrug.

getting onboard.

and off we went.

the harbour of niendorf.

high cliffs.

through my sunglasses.

sail away!

the boat we were journeying with. the sea lion.

a proper sailing vessel!

the cliffs of boltenhagen... this was the location my dad and my brother went for their walk back in german democratic republic times. and from which they returned safely.

the beach of boltenhagen. i remember photos of my baby self, sitting in the sand and sorting out algaes.

spa hotel.

the spa garden stage.

another view onto the steep coasts. just around the corner were the borders between GDR & FRG.

a little storm on the sea.

and a rainbow as a reward.

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