Dean has wanted to visit the island of Rugen for ages, so off we went on the three hour journey to the far north of the island to a lovely campsite called Camping Drewoldke.
As luck would have it we arrived just as their lunch hour finished so we were allowed to enter and find our own pitch. It was pouring with rain on the day we got here so we weren’t ecstatic about the site, but the next day we were so glad we found it.
We were about 150m from the sea and there was a walkway through the dunes to the beach, with the waves breaking over the pebbles you could hear them at night.
Above was the view we met in the morning and after a hearty breakfast we set off along the beach to go exploring. Yet again we cursed ourselves for not bringing the pushbikes as so many people whizzed by us, able to reach further places than our little legs would carry us. Our aim was to get to Kap Arkona, right at the top of the island where there are ruins of an old house and a monument to a Slav God but we had to give up and return…who suggested leaving the bikes behind?!
Rugen is only about 30 miles wide (still the largest of German’s islands though) and we only managed to see a little of it but we know why it is a popular holiday destination – see for yourselves…