It's 30 years after the german re-unification as we mind a bizarre plan: We're trekking along the Iron Curtain, the former deadly borderline between the East and the West of Germany! There is a hiking way named „Grenzwanderweg“ or „Green Ribbon“. You can hike here along the path on which the east german border guards monitored the „Iron Curtain“ between the socialist world and the west.

The first episode of our hike you can read here.This is the second one and here are thirdfour,fivesixseven, eightnine, ten1112, 13 und 14.

Here we go with the last chapter. Thank you for reading and if you like my work please follow me on HiveTravelfeed or Steem or visit my homepage koenau.de

Our tent at the beach in the morning.
Our tent at the beach in the morning.

These are now the last few kilometers of our trekking tour on the Kolonnenweg. Almost 250 kilometers are behind us, the sea is ahead of us. The Baltic Sea in the sunshine is always a beautiful sight, but it is even more beautiful when you know that you will soon be able to throw off your miserably heavy backpack for the last time. And then you don't have to hump that back at first because your trekking tour along the Iron Curtain is done.

This is the best place for breakfast.
This is the best place for breakfast.

But until then, there are still a few steps, always along the shore, because this day we want to sleep on the beach again. This area is ideal for this, because apart from sand and sea and wind and a few strollers and beach goers, there is nothing here.

Loving a Mermaid

Or yes - there is a kiosk that is not shown on any map. For us this is like a sign that we should stay here near this secret shop named "Beach Mermaid" where we can not only get fresh water but even some beers. Some others think so too and converted a nearby parking lot into a semi-legal campsite for their mobile homes.

The old orderline 40 years ago - no tree, no nature.
The old orderline 40 years ago - no tree, no nature.

We eat a very good fish sandwich, pack the bootles of beer into our back packs and prefer to go down to the beach to find a place for our tent. The strip of sand is not very wide here, but the steep coast behind it is certainly fifteen meters high. There is only one way down - the reason for this, but we have no idea yet, that our entire trekking along the Iron Curtain almost ends deep in the next night in a catastrophe.

This boy goes the last few meters of a former deadline - and he doesn’t know something about it.
This boy goes the last few meters of a former deadline - and he doesn’t know something about it.

But that only happens a few hours later, first of all we are happy about the most beautiful tent niche of all time, hidden behind some old trees and even with seating and an old tree trunk that looks like a table.

When the storm broke

In the afternoon we were amazed to find that the Baltic Sea does know something like high tide: the beach on which we have spread a blanket is getting smaller and smaller, the water is getting closer and closer.

We are knowing this pattern of the path after two weeks hiking.
We are knowing this pattern of the path after two weeks hiking.

But it's still at least five meters to the tent and although the wind is always freshening up and the waves are getting higher, the campsite will certainly stay dry we believe. Only want to do something against the wind, which experience has shown in the tent always sounds like a hurricane that is about to sweep everything away. So we span a tarpaulin as a windbreak. Immediately it becomes quiet.

Over us are sky artists.
Over us are sky artists.

Until it banged in the middle of the night. The tarpaulin has torn loose - and while I try to tie it down, I notice that there is almost nothing left of the beach. The sea is three meters below the tent line, a short time later it is already two meters. We can't go backwards, to the side only maybe, because on the 600 meters to the ascent to the cliff the beach is not half as wide in most places as here.

But we try to shut out the wind.
But we try to shut out the wind.

Nevertheless: it is three o'clock in the morning when we hastily pack everything up, strap on headlamps and flee urgently. Only the first few meters we go on dry feet. then we hit the first wave of what the weatherman in the TV on the next day will call a storm surge. It is pitch black, you can't see the many fallen trees and the stony ground makes every step a dangerous thing to do.

But the ater comes higher and higher in the night.
But the ater comes higher and higher in the night.

But then we made it. Wet, but happy, we arrive at the stairs that - we are only now noticing - lead to a section of the path that looks very familiar to us. The pattern on this waterfront of the former Iron Curtain is distinctive: This the last bit of the 1.400 kilometres long path made of concrete biscuits from the Cold War which we walked since weeks.

Next morning, after we survived: The beach is gone away.
Next morning, after we survived: The beach is gone away.

Behind it is a small meadow on which we put our tent. The next morning the sun wakes us up, which is urgently needed to dry all the wet things. Our hiking boots can't do it, they stay wet for a whole week - as if to remember an unforgettable hiking tour.

This meadow saved our lifes. (right: Me)
This meadow saved our lifes. (right: Me)

Deep in the jungle we discovered an old fence post from the Iron Curtain.
Deep in the jungle we discovered an old fence post from the Iron Curtain.

Walking the last af more than 200 miles
Walking the last af more than 200 miles

”Military security area”: Near the old Iron Curtain the build new borders.
”Military security area”: Near the old Iron Curtain the build new borders.

We want to reward ourselves for the long march.
We want to reward ourselves for the long march.

Sunrise at the beach.
Sunrise at the beach.

The fields of the peninsula.
The fields of the peninsula.

Testing the temperature.
Testing the temperature.

The sky turns red in the evening - soundtrack is ”Red at night” of The Gaslight Anthem
The sky turns red in the evening - soundtrack is ”Red at night” of The Gaslight Anthem