We were woken up by the sun and made scrambled eggs, to go along with the fresh bread Dietmar brought us. After thanking the Brauwer family for their hospitality, we made plans with the daughters to celebrate Yuris birthday that night and set sail for Zwickau. When we arrived there it started pooring rain. While we were waiting for the rain to pass at the local super market, a friendly person overheard our conversation, and offered us a place to sleep. We woke up 2 hours later in the parking lot and realised we had to go to our host. Unfortunately he was no longer there and we asked a neighbor for help. Through some friends he arranged a place a bit out of the city. 30 minutes later we set up camp in the backyard of some punkers who invited us to their concert. After preparing yet another amazingly cooked, nutritious meal, we got our drank on and took off because it was time to celebrate and have a good time. After a long search we arrived at the concert and got our punk on. We entered and Darmsignal treated us to their naked bass player, roaring screams and sweaty moshpits. Around midnight we left to meet up with the bitcheeeez. We did some tequila suicides to loosen up our feet, to get our dance on later tonight at Nachtwerk. After closing the club we tried to go home but the alcohol hindered our navigational skills. 35 kilometers of night cycling later, we could finally get our sleep on.