The pack set off in the rain, heading for the first ferry across to Denmark. Five of us linger. It is a hard days ride from here to Jonkoping. Osten and I are just not up for the slog. Three others have places to see and a reluctance to end this delightful trip. We ride the coast north of Kiel in the rain, stopping to admire a German U Boat. It gets quite windy in the afternoon as we cross onto the island of Fehmarn. It's a German Baltic resort on a cold, wet and windy afternoon. Five bikes in quiet procession, riding into the headwind. What do you do? Ich Mochter ein Grossen Beir von Fasse bitte!!! Pardon my German spelling. It is actually worse than my English. Despite uninspiring weather and a modern resort Ernst found one of the best dinners I've had this year. "Jungschwiencottlet". Two full plates of young pork to get my teeth into. I really like eating here!
Earnst leaves us At Rodby after the German booze shopping expedition. The duty free shop is a very large "Ship", anchored waiting for thirsty Scandinavians (and Brit who can find room for a couple of bottles more). Four of Us go on the a youth hostel in the Copenhagen area, and a trully memorabe evening in an amusement park. The roller coaster was something I would have swarn I wouldn't do. Birtel, Christian and I climbed on board and the train started it's trundle up to the highest point, ready to plunge down into the bowels of this very rickety looking old wooden fairground ride. In our minds we yelled in a manley way enhancing the fun of the ride. In truth we squealed like girls apparently. The photo presented to us supports the view that what we experienced was sheer terror!
The ride back up Sweden to jonkoping was very nice indeed. Thanks to Birtel for a trully great alternative route. By the end I was ready to arrive. I have been on my way back to Jonkoping for a year in a way. I could feel the anticipation building like a physical thing in my chest.
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