Lots to discuss. But, bottom line, the core of our trips continues to be about people. With all the world raging, American politics, Brexit, the Amazon rain forest, climate change, hurricanes, and all, at the core, there are people everywhere bonding, sharing, giving, accepting. It won’t be a news story. But people are good.
Our stay with Jayne at the BnB was calming. We knew she had a big dog. Just fine with us, because we miss our shared, family doggo. And, she had communicated with us all along the approach to the stay. Access to her home was open, whether she was there or not, and we appreciated that flexibility and the described access.
But, it is a little odd to arrive at a lodging and “make yourself at home.” We opted to move our things in, but hang out in the covered area with the garden. Jayne has a wealth of garden efforts, and later, when we talked about stuff and doing, and I said we had too much stuff, she noted that she didn’t want to give up any of her stuff. (Not a criticism, she has a quiver of shoes in the mud room.)
I wrote, Lynette had a wine and I had a beer. And eventually Jayne came and we had great discussions. Indeed, we solved some major issues: world peace, International stability, climate change, the purchase of Greenland, unrefrigerated milk, and the pronunciation of many Danish words, including “rugbrød,” a densely difficult word for Californians.
We slept well, eight and a half hours, and Jayne promised us coffee in the morning at 7 am. It was good. She asked us to bring California jam the next time we came, and we agreed.
*****
Now, I had booked a direct train to Roskilde for the next day, leaving at 9:35 in the morning. Tickets were booked, but they had to be picked up at a machine kiosk, which, from experience, meant credit card pins. I tried to be prepared. And that meant that on preparation that we needed to get there by 9 so I could fool inexpertly with the ticket machine.
So we took photos of the dog (not Jayne-go figure), and we hit the road. We were blessed with bike path the whole way. The weather was not ideal, but I felt stronger than I have this whole trip on the bike. We hit a little wet on the way into Vordingbord.
We left about 7:50, and arrived before 9 am. I had the reservations, and a code, but you have to pay with a credit card that has a pin, and that took me a while to figure out. Then, we went down to the wrong platform with the bikes and had to elevator, backtrack up, and over, and down, to get to the correct platform.
While we waited the fifteen minutes for the train to arrive, a direct to Roskilde (our destination) and then Copenhagen, a couple came down with light gear, backpacks. And, this is what I am talking about. They asked us about the bicycles. They were from the Burgundy region of France, had ridden trains north, rented bicycles and wandered. They were just wonderful. We chatted and compared experiences.
We got on the train, and they sought us out. I do not know their names. But the conversation was rich, with an appreciation of bicycling and activity. They helped us secure our bicycles on the train. I gave them a travel card, and I do hope they will contact us, and at least tell us who they are. Deep in conversation, the conductor came through with disturbing news. It was in Danish, so we didn’t know that it was disturbing, but a passenger across the aisle was very upset. Apparently, a track was closed, so the train would not stop at Roskilde.
The conductor worked to figure it out for us. The first option was to go to Copenhagen, then board a train back to Roskilde. But eventually she came up with another option, a transfer to a Regional train to Køge, then Roskilde, and this is what we chose. Our new French friends helped us-indeed, I had a bicycle spill because the train jerked and dropped me and my bicycle to the floor. Our French friends helped. I hope they contact me.
We switched trains, but before we could board, two guys with outlandish outfits and wheeled push carts entered the bicycle car ahead of us. Both the vehicles had outlandish decorations, and a “mobile pay” number. One of the gentleman, a crusty looking fellow, jabbered at me in Danish, and of course, I was struggling with train life and figuring out where the heck to put the bike securely, and finally, I said, “English.” I think his response was from the wilds of Montana.
Anyway, things settled out. He told us where the bathroom was. (It was labeled WC and right across from our seats.). I struggled with our cable lock, not to secure the bikes from theft, but to hold them to the seats. He said, “You don’t have to worry about them being stolen.” I explained.
I said, “So, what are you guys doing?”
“We are going to Køge to sell newspapers.”
He pulled out an edition, about the homeless. It was all in Danish. I said, “Hey, I can’t read a word of this!” He laughed and pointed to a page that had his photo on it. “For you!”
New best friends.
Five stops. They drank three beers. The dog was sober.
They left at Køge, and were so friendly. We wished them luck. Lynette tried to read the articles, with the translator, especially the one about Trump. Marginal success.
We arrived at Roskilde, and made our way to Langehueset, a bakery, and we like their sandwiches. I imagine they are like a McDonalds in Denmark, but, we knew what we were getting. They are expensive sandwiches, but we were only able to eat half- Dinner! The bikes and gear were parked out by some tables where we could watch them.
We ate what we could, and walked to the square to a bathroom by the Tourist information center. We hip-hopped in, and I had a great interaction with a German woman, and her Italian partner. She asked where the door to the information center was, but the conversation bloomed, and they were wonderful. More connections, more people, more stories.
We attempted to leave the bathroom, but there was a crowd of children around, with teachers and supervisors. We had seen them earlier. And, sure enough, one child popped off, “How are you?” I energetically replied, “I’m fine, how are you guys?”
Okay, so I could die right now and have this conversation be a legacy. They were so curious, trying the English, and so, so wonderful. I’m tearing up thinking about it. Most were hesitant about the English, but the final product here is a dual language sophistication that is amazing.
“I’m from Denmark.”
“I’m from Turkey.”
The teacher was supportive to the conversation, and it filled me with joy. The students were to sing in the Cathedral. I wish I had the time to enjoy it.
We rode north. Our objective was a “four star” hotel.
So, I think we have been on this route three times.. Our lodging is in Jyllinge. Three times we have stopped at a business called “Just Coffee.” This is a small, remote coffee shop, basically an importer from coop, small coffee producers throughout the world. He has a great dog. We love the dog. The dog is photogenic.
So, three years in a row, we stopped. The dog was not immediately present, but we had a couple of capuccinos, and engaged with the owner. He is originally from Wisconsin (think Lynette’s Danish ancestors coming to Fond du Lac, Wisconsin,) and we had a wonderful conversation. And, no. I don’t know the owner’s name. But I invited him to the sierras, and he just seems like a great guy. AND, he brought out the dog, resting from a long morning walk, a sweetheart.
*****
We finished our path to the lodging in Jyllinge. Now this is a four star hotel ($135), pricy for us living off grocery salads and fortified lunches, but, we had some expectations.
We pulled in a bit early for check in, but a gentleman from the kitchen came out to help us. It was like, “You want dinner tonight?” Me: No. “You sure?” His hand hesitating on the key like I would get a better room with an expensive dinner. Me: Yes. Bottom line, Finn, my dad was a cabinet maker/woodworker. I was put off.
I have never had any thrills with gold toilets. I can poop in the woods and have better posture and a more satisfying elimination than anywhere, but any pretense of class or status sets me off. And, my friend, Bonnie sent me to the Ritz in Paris that bears repeating, but not in this narrative.
As it turned out, the real host was a decent guy, and this place should not be judged on the snoot of the kitchen.
We finished the day with a walk into town, some ibuprofen to ease some aches, and lots of conversation between Lynette and I. We regurgitated the trip. We talked about communicating. We refined how we communicate and reviewed what was going on at different points in the trip. It was good.
Lots in the plans for the finish to our trip, and we are looking forward to all of it.