Given that flight times from Graz to Hamburg only take about 2 hours, the journey from Austria to Northern Germany took a pretty long time. I left my apartment at 4.30am in the morning and got warmly welcomed in Westerland at 7pm. It seemed so far, like a whole distinct world. And well. It was. In Austria it was crisp cold at that time. In Sylt the thermometer didn’t climb over 3 degrees celsius either, however, it felt so completely different. It wasn’t yet Strandkorb-time, but people started to conquer their beaches again.
“Yawning is the silent scream for coffee!”
These small Frisian villages look so sweet – I couldn’t believe they were real. Unfortunately it’s not only me, who thinks them gorgeous, but many many (rich) people have the same opinion. This is why the old captain’s homes are sold for tremendous sums of money. So – no little captain’s house for me :(!
Sylt practically is a beach. When you look it up, it has the shape of a boomerang heading west. Most of the beaches can only be reached by foot. But the walks are just amazing!