Moi

Today I learned that Norway is no joke. If a route isn’t valid, there’s no quick detour. The topography of the landscape makes it especially complicated. Today I found out that on my route there’s a bridge that was under repair, and I had to turn around

Rest day at Lyngdal

So I have fixed & cleaned my bike finally. Turns out I had brake pads rubbing the disc all the way yesterday. Also fixed some of the organisational aspects of the setup, to make for easier and faster packing. Hopefully this will help me get up and on the road

Lyngdal

Fjord water is salty water; it makes sense when you think about it, but the fact disappeared from my mind when I was thirsty. So now I have to clean out the salty water from my water filter. I eventually did manage to find water in the form of Coke

Mandal

I don’t know when it started raining last night but my tent-in-puddle fear came true. But the tent held up surprisingly well. It was so much rain that today I decided to ride in my camp trousers and rain kit. It was a very valid idea before I started

Hirtshals & Superspeed 1

The sea was very windy last night, at least the part around Hirtshals; the ferry hub of North Denmark. Rhys, a 20-something college graduate from California and I were sitting in the wind on a bench waiting for the Hirtshals lighthouse to light up. It was already quite late, and

Rest day at Fjerritslev

I have met a few bike tourers already, and parents of others. When I meet them, the conversations goes very similarly, where I am going, where they are going etc. But the most common topic of all is the topic of distance. Everyone seems to be keen on telling how

Fjerritslev

I suppose it’s not really a day of setbacks if at the end you are enjoying a Durum doner and a coke. Yesterday after the rain, the sky looked so pristine I thought it won’t rain again. I even double checked with an app, but little did I

Stenbjerg

My eggs didn’t break, I was afraid they might in the sand dunes and gravel riding. Today wasn’t the best day of riding. Only made 50kms or so. I had to drag and push my bike over sand dunes. And I started very late. In my defence, my

Bovbjerg

I rolled into a town today which seemed entirely inhabited by people who are here on vacation, and very very few of them. I can hand-count the number of characters I met today, and all of them are in the campsite I am staying in. There are houses; but all

Oksbøl & Søndervig

I don’t like staying in my tent, unless I am going to sleep of course. During my early camping days I was told that the tent is only a shelter meant for sleeping, not for spending time in. This advice became a habit for me, and has served me