Having finally admitted to myself I had caught bedbugs, and having begun to vehemently hate the lovely man who very nicely gve me a bed for the night I realised I was going to need to find a real metropolis to sort out The Situation.
My down-filled sleeping bag needs specialist detergent and an adjustable, industrial dryer and my gore-tex bivi-bag requires different specialist detergent and I knew I had to wash all my clothes (and boots) at the same time.
So after a night in a normal Dutch campsite (just to make sure they exist!) and a couple of nights wild camping across North Germany I arrived in Berlin with totally ravaged ankles, legs and arms.
A day of Camping shop trawling and laundrette lingering later and I was rid of The Pestilence. And my sleeping bag was fluffier and comfier than ever.
The next day I met a lovely American girl called Genevieve and followed an insightful, cultural walking tour with getting hideously drunk till 5am.
Met plenty of awesome people in the hostel I stayed in and followed the cultural-history-by-day, debauchery-by-night pattern for a few more days...
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