Blogging at 22:15 on Thursday 25th July from N 57.64729°, E 09.63930° / http://maps.google.com/maps?q=loc:57.64729%2C09.63930
OKAY, I was perhaps a bit too mean to Denmark in yesterday's entry. A bit.
Last night's 'oasis' camp was, thankfully, perfectly peaceful and we stayed under the radar effectively. I went for a run first thing and was able to witness the true chaos outwith our 500 metre radius of serenity. So many shrilling children, so much tat, so many gringos all crammed into a suffocatingly thin strip of landmass. I think I may suffer flashbacks for weeks to come. I'm sure it wasn't this alarmingly bad when we were last here, indeed we wouldn't have returned had it been so.
In fairness, once north of the isthmus - and hoping to come down for a bit - we intentionally picked some extra tiny roads to bumble along: it was a breath of fresh air. The habitats were far more varied, the roads almost totally devoid of traffic and there were plenty of spots that might well serve as decent overnighting stops. This was much better, and a helpfully cleansing experience.
Come lunchtime we stopped at a totally arbitrary spot, which happened to be adjacent to a closed-for-the-holidays rural school. The school itself happened to have a running track and, unsurprisingly, Emma was in her gear and repeatedly trespassing in ovals before I'd even had chance to make a cheese sandwich.
Post lunch / training session we didn't have much on the agenda other than to take on some fuel (£1.40/l) and bumble to Hirtshals to catch the overnight Fjord Line ferry to Bergen. So that's what we did.
On the boat now (pic) and it's so far all good. The sea's currently pretty calm and so is the ambience aboard. It's a marked difference to the floating seaside town that we endured from Hull to the Hook of Holland.
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