The fun passed rather quickly as I wanted to set up camp on a nearby field. As I hammered the last stake into the ground, a farmer with suspenders and a leather hat came up to me and recommended I find another field, in the neighboring village, Geilnau, perhaps. They surely would have nothing against it. I promised to move on and he disappeared. Exhausted, I couldn’t have cared less about Geilnau; I thought, finally some sleep.
Waking up to this view, the fatigue and exhaustion of the day before were long gone.