Day 7

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Our route so far.....
This morning was a fast exit because of impending rainstorms.
We hightailed it to Stalag Luft III in Poland to visit the site of the RAF's and others mass escape from a German POW camp.
Then into Zagen to pay our respects at the camp cemetery and memorial to the men who "were shot trying to esape"
Our next target is Colditz so plan to find some accommodation not too far away.
Ended up in an old (1732) inn at Burgstadt and after a pizza, a couple of beers and early night ready for Colditz in the morning.

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