Via Klink, Waren(Müritz) to Reuterstadt Stavenhagen

After enjoying a fish sandwich at the harbor with a cold Lübzer yesterday evening, I had a good night.

Unfortunately, the name of the hotel was “apart”.

“Aparthotel Seeromantik” in the village of Sietow is indeed beautifully located but not for individualists. Here, quantity is prioritized over quality. It was clean, without a doubt, the reception made an effort and was very friendly.

However, since there was no internet available in the room, I actually wanted to continue writing my blog during an extended breakfast.

Having breakfast in a huge barn, though, meant that rural romance meets bustling party atmosphere. Besides the loud music, conversations from table to table were almost transformed.

Writing for me was impossible. 🙅‍♀️

Even the faces of the guests spoke volumes and looked anything but happy.🙁

I have never wolfed down breakfast so quickly on vacation.

I must not fail to mention that this has been the most expensive stay for me so far. Even more disappointed I am, but only momentarily.

I am happy that the journey continues and I was only a day guest.😉

My mood improves as I have a funny encounter with my bicycle.

I want to unlock my bike, and to my surprise, I realize that my lock has been stolen. Strange, I think, why would someone take the lock but leave the bike? The realization comes quickly. It is not my bike at all, which stands unlocked in the bike stand. My bike is standing right next to it. Locked with my lock, as it should be.🤦🏻‍♀️

My first stop is called Klink. From manor house to resort.

For centuries, Klink consisted only of a manor house, the associated outbuildings, and the accommodations of the tenants, and for long periods it was uninhabited and deserted.

The Pritzbuers, who are passed down as an ancient Slavic lineage, are mentioned as the first owners of Klink.

From 1736-1742, the still preserved church was built as a single-naved brick building with a west-facing choir, which was exceptional.

Some of the owners of the estate, who often changed, were the Below, Kähler, Hahn, Hermann, and Schnitzler families.

With the takeover of the property by the industrialist family von Schnitzler, Klink experienced a boom.

In the years 1896-1898, Arthur von Schnitzler had the picturesque castle built on the west bank of the Müritz to give it as a wedding present to his wife. The manor was designed by the Berlin architects Dinklage and Griesbach. The models were 16th century castles of the Loire.

By 1920, the estate already had greenhouses, a riding arena, a tennis court, bird aviaries, a bowling alley, and, among many other curiosities, a swimming pool for dogs.

After World War II, the division of the estate began with the land reform on October 4, 1945. In the post-war period, refugees were housed in the castle. It was restored in 1970 and used as a training and recreation center until the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Today, it, as well as the former manor house, is used as a hotel.

In Klink, I make acquaintances with Dominic. Dominic with a c. He wears a long earring, is about 24 years young, and has a cheeky but friendly smile.

He gives me the valuable tip to use the bike path along the Müritz to get to Waren.

Today, once again, the day is treating me well. The weather is not too hot, the wind has died down, and people are smiling at me again.🌤️😁

I thoroughly enjoy leisurely watching the slowly passing landscape. The tension of the first days dissolves into well-being and serenity.

By now, 50 km is no big deal for me. Even if I still get muscle cramps occasionally in the evening, I don't have a sore bum nor any other aches and pains.

Just before Reuterstadt Stavenhagen, I once again have to dig out my raincoat for a short but intense shower.🧥

Like a drowned rat, I enter the reception, which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be the counter of a pub. 😬 Already upon entering this dubious place of entertainment, I have a bad feeling. Except for a foreign guest who, at the moment of my arrival, briefly and grumpily looks up as if in a bad movie, the place is eerily empty. You could practically hear a pin drop, if not for Olga👵 emerging from behind the counter in that very moment, instead of a warm welcome, to give me a scolding.

At first, I think that her fiery temperament will subside when she sees my exhausted and soaked state, but as she really gets angry and reproaches me for not announcing my arrival time and why I booked a double room when I'm alone, I momentarily forget my good manners and firmly demand my room key without engaging in any further discussion. In response, she scolds me for being unfriendly and wants me to pay immediately. After seeing the room, I comply with the order, latch the hooks, and climb up to my room, which is on the second floor under the roof.

I have a hard time getting my luggage up the stairs. They creak terribly, and overall the hotel has seen better days.

Fortunately, my room faces the market square, and above me on the roof, there is an inhabited stork's nest.

Thank heavens, at least a personal touch.🪺🦤(Stork was not available)

Quickly, I find a decent restaurant where I have Norwegian salmon with fennel vegetables.

It is now 6:00 pm, and I go out again to let the small town impress me in the adjacent park. Afterwards, I want to end the day in the church. Unfortunately, the doors are locked. I'm about to leave when two young men approach me and ask if I want to attend their rehearsal.👬

Of course, I do.😃

What could be more beautiful than ending the day with a trumpet concert.🎺🎺🎺