Bispingen-Burgwedel

Every night at the campsite has its own acoustics. A couple from Norway were camping next to us. They had arrived in a Mini, which was something like the original racing version (unfortunately no photo was taken). To inflate the super air mattress, they started the engine so that the compressor had enough power.
The morning actually started well: fresh rolls, freshly brewed coffee, we had spread out nicely while packing. Then the seam of a front pocket burst. We had to repack. In addition, the steering head bearing on Maria's bike had to be adjusted after the fall. At 11 a.m. we set off towards Burgwedel. Passing Kleinamerika (if Trump knew that such a place existed...) we had refreshment in Bergen in the form of very tasty pieces of cake (strawberry sour cream cake and buckwheat cake) in the café by the museum. At the Springhorstsee campsite we were the only ones with a tent, we had the meadow to ourselves.