Flensburg

is a small town on the border of Germany and Denmark. Dominik had to go there to get his office chair repaired and he asked whether I wanted to tag along. I did.

So today I woke up at 7.30 - as usual - made coffe and practiced bass - again, as usual - and then at around 8.30 started waiting for a phone call from Dominik who should have been here by then. He called at 8.40 and said he would start driving towards me. So I went outside and sat on the porch, listening to my mp3 player... for 20 minutes :) So much for swiss precision, although, in his defence, he is german, and a very laid back one at that, thankfully :) Anyways, the weather was nice so I do not regret coming out a bit earlier than needed.

So we drove for roughly two hours.. and at some point arrived in Flensburg. I did not notice when we crossed the border, just at some point Dominik told me that we are in germany now. Strange. Anyways, we dropped off the chair, patted the cute little schnautser that the store owner had and then drove down to the old town to have a look around.

The old town was.. well, what you would expect in Germany, I suppose. A lot like in Cologne, although Danish influence was definately to be felt at some places. We walked around for over an hour, then had a Kebab for lunch (which, as Dominik claimed, is a distinctly german thing as the Turkish kebabs are probably quite different from what German turks serve in the western world). As a dessert, I had a waffel with liquor.. which is actually quite a tasty combination, but seemingly quite uncommon in Estonia, at least.

We then went shopping. Dominik needed some tools, so we headed for Bauhaus.. and when we got there, it turned out we actually haad the wrong store and that we needed to go to the Bauhaus 200 meters down the road. Yes - there were two large Bauhaus stores on the same street, one block apart. Strange.

Nevertheless, Dominik could not find what he was looking for so we went to another tool store, one that was attached to a large supermarket. D. also wanted to visit the Aldi (German discount store chain) there but we ran out of time and had to get back to the chair repair.

Once we had fetched the chair, D. decided to look up the closest Aldi store on his GPS - which he had bought from Aldi and which came together with all the Aldi store locations (Best advertising idea ever?). It turned out there was one just around the corner. We went in and came out with (literally) a cart full of stuff. Strange thing is - we did not even buy any alchohol. But yes, things are cheaper in germany.. and Aldi is a fairly cheap store, anyways.

On our way back, D. at some point told me - "That round thing there, that was the border" - so yes, I missed it yet again. Schengen visa space :)

Right after the border there was a building with a huge sign reading "Discount Sex Store"...

And on the road at some point there was a road sign "Fart Kontrol".. "Speed control", presumably.