55°13′53′′ N 8°40′41′′ E

When the weather got better, it dawned on me that I have not rode my bike in almost a year, I did not even commute to work. There was no point to it either. What would be the point of riding my bike if I had to come back to the same place afterwards, my apartment. I felt spoiled from being able to be on the road for weeks. I craved moving over the planet on a bike.

I knew it wouldn’t be the same, but I left anyway. It wouldn’t be long enough for my body to adapt, nor it would be wild enough to write about it. But it would be something.

I am retracing parts of my route which I travelled with my friends last year, through the Danish West Coast. It’s raining currently, and it’s windy and cold. I am in one of those shelters that the Danish government lovingly maintain. It’s not dark yet, but will soon be. I am prepared. I will miss the orange glow of kerosene tent lamps from my teenage years. Modern camping gear makes me feel unstoppable, my stove is windproof, my lights are probably as bright as the sun, my mattress is rated for -10 celsius or something. It doesn’t even feel particularly exciting camping out. Or maybe, I am home.