(Another post covering two days. If you want the sane version, here’s Elly’s post.)
Let’s start with some photos so I can remember what’s happened. I’ve just had 1.5 litres of pilsener and two portions of chips, so my mind is a blank.
Thursday 3rd August
Oompah-band in Dömitz senior-citizens’ centre (YouTube)
So it appears we cycled from Blekede to Dömitz, where we found a B&B in an old brewery. The proprietress works in a refugee centre, if I understood her correctly. (She has very good English, but I have very poor braincells.) She runs a welcoming, highly eclectic place, but it has enough power points even for me. Also, breakfast includes automatic eggs and coffee.
i don’t remember much else apart from being so tired at dinner that I was falling asleep and dreaming of parades and other nonsense at the restaurant table. I’m puzzled by this: as far as I can recall, most days (including this day) I’ve arrived feeling as if I could go on for hours more. I admit that this day I got sick of the headwinds and concrete cyclepath surfaces, and that on a previous evening my feet tingled wildly. But I’ve not been tired like that for almost a year.
Friday 4th August

I had to!

I’ve brought too much electronica. From the back left of the table-top, going anti-clockwise: spare continental adaptor,3 lightning cables, 1 micro-USB cables, sleep-phones, small USB battery plus micro-USB cable, spare sleep-phones battery plus micro-USB cable, large USB battery plus micro-USB cable, 2 pairs of Bluetooth headsets plus micro-USB cable. Also pictured: 4-way UK plug adaptor (plus hidden continental adaptor), 2 two-port USB plugs. Not pictured: GoPro kit, 2 jPhones plus their handlebar mounts.

No it wasn’t! (Krusovice is Czech. The beer was definitely German, even though pilsner is a Czech style of beer.)
Today we have come to the mother of all stork-refuges, in Rühstädt. It’s a small village on the Elbe, in Brandenburg. (We crossed from Mecklenberg-Vorpommern a couple of miles south-east of Domitz.) If you squint really hard through offensively biased lenses, you might be able to tell that this was a former East German area. I can’t do that. All I can say is that today’s cycle-path surfaces were mostly reasonable tarmac or good hard gravel, but there were a couple of short stretches along forest tracks that are not good for touring bikes. The gravel-dust has coated Lev and Fidel’s drive-trains a bit. Had I the facilities and inclination, I’d de-cack them. But I have neither, so I won’t.