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 very well over the years; but I also rarely experienced rain during camping.
It’s raining now, so I am in my tent. It’s surprisingly boring here inside the tent, I am starting to notice features of my tent. It came with a cloth-shelf where one can put phones or lights. Also in four corners, there’s tiny loops. That’s where I have been hanging some of my wet clothing last few nights.
This is my sixth night in a tent, and I don’t miss my bed. I have figured out a way to toss and turn inside the sleeping bag without actually flipping the sleeping bag itself. Works surprisingly well, the trick is to just put the pillow inside the sleeping bag.
My friends left for Hamburg yesterday. The moment of goodbye was a little emotional, not only because the enormity of my trip became clearer but also one of my best friends in the group will be moving out of Hamburg and this trip was somewhat of a goodbye party; by the time I go back home, he’ll have been gone. They took off from Esbjerg. I thought of staying there, in a hostel maybe, take a day off, recalibrate, but the sudden silence got overwhelming, so I got on the bike, looked for a campsite and kept riding North. Eventually ended up in a rather quaint and very empty campsite in Oksbøl. It was eerie to be almost by myself.
I drank enough coffee that I managed to ride from Oksbøl to Søndervig today, through a variety of landscape. From forest roads to beachy North Sea coast. I do love some rugged Northern coast.
The ride was excellent and beautiful, long stretches of gravel roads over undulating dunes.
By the end of today’s ride I rode quite fast to reach the campsite before 6PM, so that I could get a bread order in. They will bring them in the morning; I asked for two zimtschnecken!
The sound of rain hitting the tent is soothing enough to make me forget about tomorrow’s route and my worries about waking up in a puddle tomorrow morning
Good night!
Søndervig, Denmark