Really really early start to get out of the hotel (assuming the helpful desk ladies hadn't stuck pins in my tyres!) They hadn't and I am on the 6.45 supercat ferry to Mols Linen, the main route to Copenhagen, a large high speed ferry built in Australia. I was first on and settled down then the cars came on, a couple of hundred of them and disgorged their contents into the lounges. We set off on time and crossed the 40 odd miles in 75mins. Off the ship onto the cycle and made really good time up and down roads again aiming for the 10.55 ferry at Rovrig, but by 9 began to realise I could possibly make the 9.55 (only 1 ferry an hour) so I pressed on and even with stops for direction checking etc, I made it with 20mins to spare. Bought my ticket from the hole in the wall, but didn't quite get it right, the helpful ticket inspector suggested that my bike couldn't go on its own! Purchase of passenger ticket too then please! All meant I was an hour ahead of myself which would prove to be important. Up down, up down, on we go then bout 10miles from Helsingor I saw a row of about 30 schoolchildren standing at the roadside a way ahead of me trying to get the odd car passing to toot at them. I pulled up beside them and they were stunned, lots of laughter as I rang my bell. The teacher said they had been to the farm for a visit to see where food comes from etc, and were waiting for the bus to school. I asked if they spoke English and he said no they were only grade 2, at which point a double for the milky bar kid stepped forward and pronounced loudly "Hello my name is Marcus" I replied how are you Marcus? at which point he replied (ever so proudly because he was having a conversation with a foreigner in English, with all his friends watching) "I am 9" I didn't have the heart to say that wasn't what I asked, so I replied, 9 is a good age He said thank you with a huge grin on his face. I Cycled on through fantastic Scandinavian forests to Helsingbro where I left Denmark on the ferry across to Helsinborg in Sweden. It had been gently raining as I left Denmark but now it's pouring so that hour I saved kept me dry on the bike! Just a quick note about the little foot passenger ferry I used, it was full of people I thought looked like they had had a really hard life, well the amount of booze they bought explains it, they were taking hand trollies off of cases of spirits etc apparently it's a well known trick for alcoholics and it's much cheaper in Denmark so the 20 minute crossing on foot pays dividends. Pics of a windmill on the way and the forest and ferry.
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