Day 11 Dalby to Copenhagen: Copenhagen

17 miles of countryside then straight into outer then inner Copenhagen for the next 25 miles. Of the Danish population of 5.3million, nearly 1.7million live in the Copehagen area.

Like Holland and Germany, everywhere seems litter and graffiti free. Except for the great street art and deliberately chosen areas. Large buildings, especially industrial ones, are built to add to the landscape. An inner city incinerator, power station: both you have to look up to find out what they are.

The train bike storage capacity is great. Shame that doesn’t go for the manners of some of the cyclists. This may be a renound cycling friendy city: not all the cyclists are friend ly. The man who shouted near us (it couldn’t possibly have been at us) “get out the way, you’re going too slow”, clearly wasn’t around on the day the poll found this to be Europe’s friendliest city.

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Down to the Little Mermaid and tis done. Great trip, traveling with some lovely characters who knew a lot.

Here is our route

Day 10, Rodby to Dalby: Copehagen

Some immediate contrasts. Language: we should have listened more to Scandinoir cf the sub titles. I think tag, ya, will only get us so far. Prices: expensive. Few wind turbines. Hillier (that’s relative of course), rolling countryside. The electricity pounds are very dainty.

The cycle paths when they exist are good; drivers are not as caring of cyclists. And the return of the moped to cycle lanes. Mainly agricultural arable landscape, well manicured. More small towns, perhaps a bit more dilapidated than Northern Germany.

How do people know we are British even when we haven’t said anything? And why are we so rubbish at languages?

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The 2 mile bridge crossing was fun though best not to indirect too closely the rusted bits. Then upwards to the highest point of this trip…. Which is about the same altitude as our house. So downhill tomorrow….

Here is our route

Day 9, Kiel to Rodby: Copenhagen

Skirting the Baltic Coast and sampling their clouds, we sampled a sliver of former East Germany before entering Denmark. The U-boat U-995 sat strangely alongside the road to stimulate discussion: is it a sub or a boat?

The meadow flowers were gorgeous, bordering rich arable land with a bountiful harvest. Surprising a hare, watching the swallows and reminding ourselves of our ignorance of most of the bird’s names, punctuated a day along rolling roads. And numerous bumpy bits.

Here is our route

Day 8, Burg to Kiel: Copenhagen

Following the Kiel Canal for 50km or so meant A) it was flat B) there was plenty of time to admire the scale of this engineering feat. Built in 1894 and widened in 1900s then 1966. 11m deep. The cargo vessels are huge.

The other pondering was the question about Schleswig-Holstien. Even Wiki says this is a complicated question. Suffice to say it looks like it lingers on. The last time the canal was closed was some 10 years ago when locks failed due to a dispute between Schleswig-Holstien and the federal authorities over who pays the maintenance bill.

The little ferries continue to scuttle. Some fine bridges add to the scale. Kiel is vibrant with a tall ship festival and lots of stalls selling (un)healthy German snacks which smell great.

Here is our route

Day 7, Cruxhaven to Burg: Copehagen

Water on a massive scale. From the Elbe to the Kiel Canal, large ships ploughing the length and small ferries scuttling the width in between. Thatched roofs in an abundance and scale to boggle the imagination of a Reed cutter.

The day started off with a reminder at breakfast that the region has a proud tradition of tea as a speciality. No fried choices the breads were free to select whatever cheese they wanted.

You get the impression of places which manufactures things and is proud to do so. And then moves them by water and rail. The landscape is also full of far more wind turbines than was evident in Holland. Ditto solar panels.

It’s flat. This gives the marsh harriers plenty of room to hunt in. As dusk falls, the flight of swallows hoover up the flies, their deftness a strange contrast to the lumbering hulks of the cargo barges passing on the canal.

Here is our route