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Tuesday 12th - 120km and €5 Later
- back to the coast, morning ferry, and heading north.
- Coffee and cookie in Wremen
- Feeling so much better psychologically for being by the coast. Cycling infrastructure is better. More food and options. More beautiful.
- Massive day 120km
- Midgies all over. in the air
- We hit the fatigue wall at about 80km
- Got near to camp, after massive day, with a beautiful beach kiosk at sunset. Ordered two schnitzels . Don’t take mastercard. Spent our last 5 euros each on a beer. Devastated.
- Great campsite, to turn the end of the day around. Chris was very hospitable. Kindly accepted our Mastercard in transaction for some beers and some crisps.: that’s dinner and we earned it.
- Met peter and christian. Peter on his way to Denmark to play cello
Needless to say, we needed to stick to the coast. This would be the only way we'd make it through. If you can't escape chronic headwinds inland, then you're better off being by the North Sea where there are at least some nice paths and lots of places to eat.
Happy days! Back by the coast!
Halfway through this monster day at around the 65km mark. Fiskfrigedeller. Or fish meatball.
Around 90km in. Lots more abortion podcasts to keep us occupied. Big day, feeling good.
120km done and dusted on Day 12. We were pretty buggered and looking forward to this dinner. There was seldom around and seldomer open, but we found a beach shack cooking up schnitzels, weiners, selling ice cream and all sorts. We had really burnt through the fuel reserves today and ordered two big schnitzels with potatos and salad and two beers. To sit and watch the sunset over the North Sea before heading back to camp to retire for the night. Payment declined. For some reason this place did not take visa or mastercard on their perfectly up-to-date card reader. We looked at each other. We fished around for some cash, we needed to cough up thirty-four of the queen's euros. I had a folded five. Jake had a folded five. It turned out the beer was a fiver, and they pulled our partially-cooked schnitzels out of the fryer, opened the beers for us and took the fivers out of our hands. That was dinner.
I pulled out some cous cous that we had bought a few days earlier and nibbled on. It had clumped together and started to sour. We ate a little.
A few more beers and a couple of bags of crisps when we arrived at camp, to top up the nutrient-intake. Big day was done.
This is a multi-post coverage of our England to Denmark Trip on bicycles. The posts include:
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