A cycling adventure with Lachy and Jette.
10.07.2007 - 31.07.2007 16 °C
For their two week summer break in Denmark, not many people voluntarily opt for a cycling tour of the western coast of the island of Jutland. But being Australian, and not knowing any better, we thought it was a great idea - despite Jette's strong suggestions that we take a last minute deal to Turkey... or Croatia... or Crete... anywhere but Denmark! So with tour leader Lachy leading the way, we set off to discover a country that probably we will never be able to afford again.
So far, so good. A lovely day, a lovely town. This is Ribe, Denmark's oldest town, and Anouk is admiring the fact that they didn't care about the use of spirit levels back in those days.
And to polish it all off, a few of the local brews at the local cafe went down rather well, helping to quell the dull aches in our bums. Here, Jette and Anouk attempt to hold back the giggles that comes from one too many!
Day two dawns a bit wet, but the friendly people in the Kro (traditional Danish inn) are happy to assist with our wet weather preparations by giving us a few garbage bags which we fortunately remembered to cut out holes for our heads and arms!
The stretch of cycle paths up the west coast make for some fantastic cycling as they weave in through traditional thatched-roof summer houses hidden in amongst the grassy dunes behind the beach. Taking the photo whilst still riding only increases the thrill!
Adding to the fun of cycling, a wicked coastal gale sends us barrelling down the paths at impressive speeds - the speedo hits 60km on one windy downhill. In the photo, it looks pleasant enough, but Lachlan and Jette actually have themselves propped against being physically blown over.
Anouk and Nathan consider the difficulties of standing next to the bikes, let alone riding them in this breeze. The next section of the ride had one point where our bicycles accelarated uphill without pedalling.
Even though the scenery is very refreshing, and occasionally there are some really interesting sights, I only managed to get a shot of this lighthouse, which may not interest anyone at all - after all, how unique are lighthouses to Denmark?! For some reason, I didn't take any decent shots of old war bunkers, or traditional Danish houses, or little Danish villages... something to do with a 30km/h tailwind perhaps?
Food is never far from Anouk's mind (or mouth), and here she has discovered the delights of traditionally smoked salmon fillet, purchased from a roadside stall, and turned into a delicious takeaway meal by the addition of a cracker. The Danish don't mess about with those silly, vacuum-sealed slivers of salmon that just tease the tummy!
The practice of riding everyday did have an unfortunate consequence however - aching bums. The saving grace came in the form of a fortuitous roadside find - Orange Carpet, complete with foam backing! You have no idea how much this helped!
A man with a mission - get these limp-wristed soft-bums to ride over 100km in the day... and enjoy it! How could we not be inspired by such charismatic leadership!
Our final day's ride, to complete the circuit, required a record-breaking effort. The distance for the day was 122km, making a total for the eight-day trip of 591km. Jette wanted to ride around the block a few more times, just to clock up the 600km! And this was from the woman who cried out in pain every morning as she sat down on her bike seat to start riding!