At 4 o'clock we had to say goodbye; Bengt took me to the central coach station despite this unearthly hour. At the airport I got on the plane at the last minute, because the coach unexpectedly had to drive a diversion.
On the train through the Black Forest I was reminded of the mountains of Norway.
Anette picked me up and we strolled along Lake of Constance and through the centre of Radolfzell in bright sunshine. In this way I became reconciled with the idea at the forthcoming end of my trip.
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