From the beautiful fisherman and the strict hotel

23.06. We have now separated and I continued without the others. Towards the east. And due to a lack of sense of direction, I ended up at this beautiful lake. A fisherman's wife stood on the jetty and pulled the fish ashore. She greeted me friendly, took out a bench from her cabin, and offered it to me during the heavy rain. This woman: undefinable in age. 60? 70? 50? She stood on the jetty and fished; a person who is at peace and has a believably positive and friendly demeanor. Unfortunately, it was raining, otherwise I would have stayed there and set up a table and chair by the lake and eaten and stayed overnight there. So the journey continued. On roads that were as bad as those in the former GDR: a collection of potholes. Since it was raining, the choice for the next overnight stay was the Park Hotel in ?? Forgot the name; In a town with old houses, in a region where no one speaks English and even the menu is only in Russian. When checking in, it had to be exactly specified at what time you would want what as breakfast. Quite a strong regime :-)