So, I’m kinda liking this Airbnb thing. Much more on that later, from a farm. But if this posting begins at the beginning, we should explore the next phase in this journey.
I booked our next stop with Airbnb based upon mileage. The ferry we need to get to is in Rødby, which heads in the direction of Hamburg, which heads in the direction of Hannover, where I want to search for MY great grandfather’s roots. So, it comes down to mileage and where we might be.
Given that, I booked a place about 35 miles away. Unfortunately, it had a shared bathroom. Objections were raised. So, I canceled and found a reasonable place (actually a gem of a place) about ten miles farther on the route. But, this led to some fear about the distance, but hey, this is Denmark, and although I am not knowledgeable about biking personalities, I’m guessing that Danish hill climbers are unlikely.
So, we packed up from our home base in Frederikssund. We had only done one loaded trip, from Copenhagen, and we were surprised again at how much stuff we had. We took the bikes down, chatted with the friendly workers that helped us into apartment in the first place (at this point, no contact with our hosts face to face anywhere). We loaded up, and left, and crossing the first street my rack came off. Minor repair, major insight into how it worked, and should have been adjusted, and we got on the road by 9:30-not the early start we envisioned. The sky was overcast, but dry.
So, I had put headphones in to make sure that I got all of Mr. Google’s navigation turns correct, better than a loudspeaker in the back of the bike jersey, drowned at times by traffic. But, I continued to have trouble with just audio instructions…Petuniajev, thisthingjev, whoopsadaisyjev, all kind of blend into nonsense and checking for visual. AND, I continued to discover that north, south, up, down, were relative concepts that couldn’t be seen on the phone screen. Maybe I was missing some basic information, but often we would have to run up a street to get an error and clue to turn around. (BTW, suggestions for inservice here will not be appreciated.)
(Sidenote: I’m writing and eating a market “Santa Fe Caesar.” It’s got corn kernels. Got some James Taylor on the tunes.)
We rode the Google suggested bike route. The weather was mostly overcast. But, we advanced our cause, eventually taking a wrong turn into Roskilde, and needing rest facilities, we found ourselves at a tourist spot for Viking history and ships. It was a cool spot, and we took a break, ate left over pizza and rye bread, and chatted with Canadian tourists. What could be better? As we started to leave, it started to drizzle. I put on a rain jacket, which I left on the whole rest of this leg of the trip.
We followed the route Mr. Google identified, and the starting and stopping in an urban area is difficult. We are carrying too much stuff. Heavy loads, wiggly front ends, every start and stop is a problem. Plus, it was drizzling. We continued on. I was looking for places to take a break, and I saw this think about Coffee. Just Coffee. Only Coffee. And, sure enough, there it was. We pulled into the gravel drive and met a wonderful dog, a leaner (he liked to lean on people), and an establishment that dealt wholesale in coffee, but served us Latte’s and cookies. Awesome.
Another sidestep: Mallory messaged us at 11:45pm her time, that her puppy got skunked. We immediately hugged a dog.
We stumbled onto Roskilde, a large town on the Fjiord. We hit a roundabout, took a wrong turn, and needing a bathroom we discovered tourist busses and an area by the waterfront dedicated to Viking ships and historical data. We sat on a bench and ate some snacks, meeting some Canadian tourists and having a chat. We opted to move on, but it would be an interesting place to revisit with more time. Plus, as we left, the mist got heavy…time to move. We put on our upper rain gear for the first time this trip, and headed off.
So, we rode in mild wet. This is good. The Danes do it. Glasses fogged, but the paths are so clear and clean. We suffered as audio navigation juked me around some neighborhoods of Roskilde, and turning errors had to be resolved by a stop in the light rain and a visual check of the phone. This became even more difficult because my battery was spent, and I had to use an external battery for backup, so two items had to be pulled from the jacket for a visual reference. Still, we emerged from the town onto a fairly straight route, paralleling a significant highway. We rode on spacious bike paths filled with slugs and a few snails, the stuff that makes guiding the ride interesting, especially with so much weight on the butt of the bikes.
Our primary goal was a town named Køge. The plan was to rest and eat a bit. The weather was clearing. We pulled into town, on a whim actually, about 7 miles from our final destination, a farm cottage that was somewhat remote. We wanted to make sure that we hit a market before we left town. As we followed a highway, signage indicated “Centrum” to the left, and we made the turn. The center of town was distinct, and large. The road turned to cobblestones and we opted to walk our bikes. As we neared the square at the center of town, we heard music and crowds. A Tourist Information center was on our right, and I entered and asked the woman “What is going on?” She laughed and said, “Festival Week.”
A huge performance stage was set up in the square, and a band was rocking the crowd with drum solos and a stellar performance. The square was lined with food trucks and beer sales. Lynette just wanted to sit down for a while, so we made our way around the back of the stage and found a bench around a tree. We bought some beverages, and Lynette got an open-face sandwich on dark bread, and I got a chicken and bacon-wrap from one of the vendors. It was pretty fun. The band finished up, the crowd wandered off, and crews started a reset on the stage. Everyone looked pretty happy.
We found a small grocery near the square and purchased a couple of salads and some wine for the evening, packed up, and succumbed to Google navigation to get out of town. (By the way, I have been using Google because it has bicycle instructions that Maps seems to lack.) Our path now followed the eastern shore of “Zealand,” and we could see numerous little cottages in the trees at the water’s edge. The road turned to the left, but we followed straight ahead into a more rural area. The data plan we had purchased in Copenhagen has been fantastic, with great coverage everywhere.
We came to a “Kirke,” a parish church, made a turn up a short brief hill that held the church, and pedaled down a small road to the farm at 27. The entrance was a gravel road. The grounds included the main house, a little cottage where we would stay, and a couple of other barn buildings. We could hear chickens. The farm was surrounded by fields. The sun was out.
Camilla greeted us. We chatted and she showed us the cottage. It was spacious and spanking clean with comfy beds, a beautiful bath, and a door out the back that opened onto a private green area with a view to the east. Camilla warned us about a particular window, noting that if we left it open, the cat would come in. I asked her what they farmed and she shrugged. She shared that they have a couple of cows, but only because it is fun. I imagine that they have other careers. Camilla has a 9-year-old daughter, but she was too shy to try out her English with us.
I can’t say enough about how wonderful this place is. It was reasonable in cost, and beautifully apportioned. Indeed, I don’t think I have ever been somewhere so quiet and peaceful, even in the sierra. I slept soundly through the night with little interruption-it was morning before I knew it. And, this place has the best toilet paper we have enjoyed the whole trip. Indeed, this Airbnb thing has been excellent.
Looking ahead, I booked a place for tomorrow about halfway to the ferry to Germany. We will probably spend two more nights in Denmark, ferry to Germany and head to Hamburg. There is a bike route from Hamburg to Dresden, but I have an interest in Hannover because of my own ancestry. I’m going to look into staying two nights somewhere and making a day trip down to the area I am interested in. I’m not sure at this point, but I’ll figure it out.
But I digress. The title of this post is “Getting Some Rhythm.” I think we are getting into the rhythm of this travel vacation. Packing, riding, finding food and lodging, it is all settling into a temporary lifestyle of travel. I regret that we have too much stuff, but we anticipated it being far colder than it has been. But the jet-lag is gone, we will get stronger as we ride, we had our first rain, and things have been very comfortable. All good.
And, one last perk here, Camilla supplied us with a coffee machine and coffee, and it smells fabulous. Off to stay in Jørn’s red house tonight.