Friday March 27th 2015. Osnabrück. 25 km

Rainy weather. I didn’t see the sun even once. Wind and rain in the back, fortunately. Saying goodbye to children Laurens and Felix, to Serge’s parents Gonny and Niek, whom I first had met in the South of France. Serge, again on his way to his job in Germany, dropped Mignon and me in Ibbenbüren. Mignon, my hostess, had taken a day off specially for this walk. So cozy together to Osnabruck. I see more and more more half-timbered farmhouses. Photo. We had a good lunch in a restaurant Antonio in Lotte town. Filmmaker Rudy joined us there after picking up my camera that I was forgotten in Hengelo at Mignon’s. Around noon he did some filming. While I was being interviewed by Rudy Tosca gnawed one of my gloves that was fallen on the floor and destroyed it. Rudy, filmmaker, tells me he needs 10,000 E for his film. Recently, he has created a possibility for financial contributors, at facebook.
Here again timbered houses The route was equipped with all “comforts”. Tüchtig, those Germans Deutsche Stube Harry Mignon und Harrie haben es heute geschafft Schweinebraten mit Sauerkraut. Mignon and Serge The bones were for Tosca
Once arrived in Osnabruck Mignon, Tosca and I found a nice Kneipe (bar), and soon we sat behind ein grosses Weissbier. Serge joined us after his work. We have eaten delicious German pot Schweinebraten mit Sauerkraut und Bier. Mignon proved to be a strong woman. Survived almost 25 km. and still had enough energy for socializing.
Nexth to the backpackers hostel in the Möserstrasse. Solo Room 30 E. Dormitory 17.50. With a dog, I can not put you in the dormitory, said the caretaker. So then the 30 E for the single Zimmer. Tosca and I don’t need much privacy. So I went to the dormitory and asked the only person who was there, Ralph, if I may enter with a dog. For Ralph no problem. He was en route from Hamburg to Santiago by bike. Each vacation several hundred km., Usually 40-60 km. A day. He had problems with his knees. Does not sound well. He searches for the truth !? He told me a story about the vibration of atoms and protons, and so on. I wanted to tell him my “truth”, but controlled myself. India attracted him much and also Bhoeddism. He was a nice, serious man, about 50, biochemical laboratory. Only bad articulating, mouth full, no rheinländisch accent. So unfortunately several times I had to ask ” bitte, wass”. I arranged an appointment for tomorrow in an accommodation in Bad Essen, where there is no wifi. Tosca got the bones of our devoured boar and Ralph set the alarm for 7.30 am.