Battle shells.

Oh my God, you'll never guess what happened. Oh, you already heard about it? Read it in the newspaper? Saw it on TV? Okay, so this is somewhat old news, but I'm sure you will appreciate a first-hand account of how it really went down. You know, the true story.
Last weekend we went camping on the Baltic Sea. We is Christina, Alice and I. Originally Alice was just gonna visit us over an extended weekend. Thursday was a holiday in most of Germany, not Bremen though, and Alice took Friday off as well. Then the weather was gonna be really nice and Christina was in dire need of a vacation. So she looked up camping sites and found this one called "California" in a little town called "Kalifornien". It's still in Schleswig-Holstein, not too far from Kiel. Anyway, Alice gets here on Thursday night, Christina still had to work on Friday, and we pretty much pack everything to leave around 1. Plan pretty much worked out. That week we also bought a new tent on sale. Great deal for a tent that will meet all of our needs.
Okay, so we leave Bremen, experience minor traffic around Hamburg, specifically after going through the Elbtunnel (this info is more thorough, but German) and have no problem finding the road to Kalifornien from Kiel. We arrive at the camping site, find a spot and set up our tent. That looked something like this:
You see the grill on the left? We are getting ready to grill some Bratwurst that we took from Bremen. That's a whole story for itself, but I think you heard enough about that on the radio. We also got a good spot with plenty of shade, but possibly with a few more flies than the other campers. Not too bad though. There were also plenty of geese and some swans around. At night, one the geese was channeling a 300-year-old washwoman's spirit, which sounds almost exactly like geese just making goose-sounds. Didn't fool me though. Okay, next day was the day we were going to fry in the sun. We went to the beach around 10 or 11 if I remember correctly. At noon the sun was getting plenty hot. Christina and I used factor 8 sunscreen, as we were in Germany afterall, not California, while alice had 22. Silly. We built a kickass sandcastle, that some kids enjoyed playing with later. Hooray for us. The water was freezing cold, but it was possible to swim a little after you got over the initial shock and numbness in your legs. My balls have never been colder before though. Holy macanoli! Okay, at night it turned out that Christina and I were the silly ones, as our neck and shoulders were quite red from the sun. We grilled some greasy sausages from the little camping ground supermarket that night, but the Bratwurst on the first night was better. That night we went to the beach again, with its gorgeous white sand, to see the sunset. Sunset, you wonder. But you were on a shore to the North. Yes, I know, but we had a secret trick. We turned our bodies to face the sun vanishing in the ocean. It worked wonders. Here's a pictures of that:
That lump you see on the beach are the remains our our beautiful castle. The sun had severely dried the sand and the once solid structure had collapsed. Alice then went to completely flatten it, in order for our pictures to be lump-free. Now the news reported that a helicopter landed on the beach at this point with secret service agents trying to question us, but this is entirely made up. I did notice a person in sand camoflage gear in the small dune that is part of the dyke, but didn't wanna freak the others out and kept it to myself. Later, said person was abducted by a crazed bike rider. Normally, the next picture would have showed up here, but I noticed in my browser, that things got a little messed up since the text that went on the side of the first picture was not enough to allow for at least one line of text between the pictures, so I decided to ramble a little. Form over content. I am so proud of having the pictures layed out the way they are, I couldn't let some silly lack of content mess that up. For breakfast we ate untoasted toast on Saturday and Brötchen from the little store on Sunday. Both with either jelly, Nutella, cheese or whatever else we took. Saturday morning two little dogs came by our tent, probably counter-spies, to look around. They were ugly little rats with stupid names. I tried to tell the one to get away, pointing my finger, and that dummy stands up on its hind legs. The owner was calling for them, but they did not care one bit and wandered on. Well, one went to him, but the other pranced on like a little princess of the sewer rats. Later on, this is back the beach at sunset, we also took this picture, among too many others:
Now there are plenty of more pictures, probably nicer ones, but I just wanted y'all to get an idea of how nice it was. And it was still May! We really picked a good weekend, cause right now it's cold and rainy in Bremen. Now I pretty much covered everything. There was a nude beach next to the one we were using. We stayed away from that. On Sunday we went to the beach again, but it was more cloudy and windier. Cause of my sunburn, I decided to keep my t-shirt on most of the time. Around 1, I think, we headed back to our tent, ate lunch and packed everything up. We got to Bremen around 6, and Alice still had a 5-hour trip ahead of her. Christina and I on the other hand got to relax. Okay, that's all. Anything else you hear is either completely fictiaticious or an intentional lie put out by the government to discredit my claims. The camping ground also had pretty nice shower facilities, but I gotta say that German campgrounds such as the one we went to, aren't the best. I remember camping in Indiana, in a state park, and it was so much more secluded. Of course that was also in the middle of a big forest, no beach in sight.