So we are back in Denmark, on the dockside, lying in our rooftop bed on our tummies, looking through the window out over the port, watching all the activity and commotion of ferries, little black tugboats, fishing boats big and small, all busily going about their business on this beautiful sunny morning. The only thing spoiling this idylic picture is the pervasive smell of rotting fish!!!!!! Guess you can't have it all.
So we stay till about 11am when we are the last camper still kicking their heels and head for Tversted where we are fortunate to find this amazing campsite with swimming pool, state of the art sanitary block and a cute little space for us to park Molly. We stay for 4 nights in the end here. We are both quite tired and i have managed to pick up some sort of virus so we spend time resting and catching up on outstanding maintenance etc. We now have a fridge that closes and catches perfectly thanks to MacIver and a clean floor courtesy of me and a bottle of bleach.
There is a wonderful beach a short bike ride away which we visit often and each time buy a huge icecream topped with a big blob of marshmallowy "cream". This is too yummy to bike past and besides there seems to be some unearthly magnetic pull sucking everyone towards this little, brightly painted kiosk surrounded by huge sand dunes. If you are lucky you can have the top of a sand dune all to yourself to sit and eat your ice cream.....we were not so lucky a wet bench had to surfice.
Here in Denmark you can drive right onto the beach, campervan, car, anything and spend the day. Very useful really with everything to hand. The water however was too cold for our tender bodies but a paddle was good. Biking home we came across, believe it or not, a second hand shop where I bought a beautiful top for 10NZ$ I just love 2nd hand shops!!!!!!
The next day we headed for Skagen at the very top of Denmark. Henning and Pia, a lovely couple at the campsite rich in Danish knowledge said it was a must. To get there you have to cross an isthmus which left us exposed to the howling wind and rain, tossing us all over the road but it was worth it.
This place is soooo Danish: very pretty, very old, thatched roofed cottages settled in the dunes. A fabulous old church and an amazing little fishing harbour where fish restaurants are in abundance. Skagen is where the North Sea and the Baltic Sea collide with gusto. We stopped for a buffet lunch and then decided to move on to somewhere more secluded and perhaps a little less windy!!!
The problem with Denmark, in some ways, is that it is very flat. Good for agriculture but when the wind sets in there is no escape from it so, as we headed for Vesolos, our next stop, it became quite a nightmare. As we travelled through several villages, all with "slow me down" humps throughout, the wind picked up as did the rain. We finally made it to our campsite - once again right beside the sea in a very small harbour. Gary's first job was to rescue a sailing boat being blown away, lashing it back on it's trailer and turning it into the wind. It wasn't long though before the community arrived to secure all the other boats. This was only a small little village of about 300 people but there was a great community feel here and a lot of history too.
Slowly working our way towards the German border Ringkobbing was our next stop. We arrived on a Sunday and it was absolutely dead. Such a pretty place too with cobbled streets and cute, sand coloured houses. There were 2 shops open - a tatooist doing a roaring trade and some other obscure trade which we cannot remember. We spent the day parked on a penninsular watching kitesurfers and windsurfers enjoying the breeze and then headed for our last spot of freedom camping in Vejle.
We have seen a great deal of Denmark and are happy to say that now this wet, blustery weather pattern is set to stay for a while we have decided to head towards and cross the border into Germany. We will do this tomorrow after a good nights sleep. We are the only ones in this restplaz so fingers crossed.X
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