The Veil of Secrecy drops...

...like the curtain made of lead that he/she/it is (and tragically hits the participants feet).

Let's make this a part of the short-update-madness series in which I give you an idea of what we had in mind for these secret-ridden summer holidays and of what it turned out to be.

First the interesting part - what we wanted to do:
The original plan was something alongside this: taking bus or train to Oberwiesenthal (southern Saxony, Germany - near the Fichtelberg for those interested in foreign(?) geography) and then walking to Kap Arkona (the northern-most piece of land of Rügen (large Island north of Germany) in about 2 1/2 to 3 weeks time.
This would have summed up to about 540 km (roughly 335 miles) on foot.

What happened:
Neither the weather nor the health of the participants seemed to agree to this little venture of ours, so despite the thorough preparations that had been made for this trip - we decided to cancel it after a few days time. For the better of all - or something on the lines of that.

What came after the first failure:
Waves of depression... nah... just kidding - we were a bit down for a few days, as it usually is when facing defeat like this, especially after the high hopes that we had for this whole thing, but we quickly came up with a new idea.

What it turned out to become:
We chose a different means of travel - the by far easier sounding one: car ... BUT ... it really only sounds easier.
So now we are going about the length of a daily route we had in mind by car and are having a good look at the local sights. Although the really interesting, or rather the really depressing thing about this all is how godforsaken some regions turn out to be...
I'm sitting here, just after having finished breakfast in a small... well... tiny village in midst of Brandenburg, roughly 40 km north of Berlin and yeah... You could say there is nothing around here. Just a big cloud of nothing.
To be fair south of Berlin was worse - and it's kinda funny when finding out that a road which is even found on larger road maps turns out to be nothing but a way made of sand and clay leading through a forest (and yes - it really was the right track - it even had the signs pointing out this thing was supposed to be the right road)... so good times to be had by all


On the bright side of it all - this way I've got a lot more time to go through my previously done writing and to get on to new stuff. I finished a timeline for the events previous to the storyline of Loner's Peak yesterday and I intend to upload this in a few days, or at the latest when I'm back home again.


There ya go and there I go for now.
Thanks for reading, I'm off for the day. Onwards! TO THE NORTH! *smacks the none-existing horse*


As always thanks for reading.
Marc, the devourer of nothingness


P.S.: Internet connection too slow to upload a new kitteh... maybe in a few days or so...