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| The seventh and last day hiking rose, and I was to walk the last short bit to the small town of Charlottenberg, from where the train would take me back to the airport. But there was a last surprise waiting for me, as the last trail was hopelessly overgrown, and I barely managed to find a way through the bushes to catch the train in time. |
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