The Danish Countryside

Again it was gray as we began cycling. Within one hundred yards it was spitting rain that quickly turned to a deluge. Think about driving the Pacific Coast Highway with your windshield wipers on high watching some poor misguided cyclists climbing Cape Disappointment. Remove the elevation and cars and substitute strong winds and water filled potholed rocky trails for twenty five miles and that would be us.

What we could see of the scenery was lovely. The forests are very different from Germany. There is a greater variety of trees and age of trees and the undergrowth is more lush and green. An environment more conducive to imagining fairy tales.

 

As if someone flipped a switch the rains stopped and the sun appeared. The wind still blowing a gale began to dry out our clothes.

Arriving at the town of Stubbekobing we had a forty five minute wait for a ferry to Bogo. We cycled the main street of this small town looking for a cup of coffee. It was eleven thirty on a Tuesday and every shop was closed. Nearly at the end of town we found an open bakery. Coffee and pastries, two for me and three for Mike, and down to the dock for our twelve minute Baltic cruise.

From the ferry we could see an old windmill in the distance. Back on dry land we went searching. It was very close to the ferry port and easy to find. In front of it was a sign that we interpret to be a national historical designation.

New country, new churches. In Germany there was a very distinct red brick and stone design. Now that we are in Denmark most of the churches are very tall and very white. When the sky is blue they attract attention for miles.

Our hotel was 4km past the town of Stege. At the first corner of Stege it looked a bit crowded so we started to walk our bikes down the main street. It was the street fair of the decade that went on for blocks and blocks. The street was closed the entire length of the town and now occupied by carnival rides, sidewalk sales by every shop, food, ice cream, candy, and at the end of town garage sale items. The crowd was so large we figured that everyone from a thirty kilometer radius must have had the day off to attend. Mike commented that it was just a typical Tuesday market, you should see what they put on at weekends. Perhaps that is why every shop in Stubbekobing was closed.

 

 

 

 

 

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