Basque Country. France Spain Border

To leave Paris josh and I woke up around 3am to catch our 4:45ish train to Bordeaux. It was a pain leaving our luxury hotel and by luxury I mean it was 20Kms out of Paris, $60 a night motel and every 5 minutes a plane would fly overhead. Leaving that place was no problem.  We caught the train and as soon as we got into Bordeaux I think we realized just how hot the rest of this trip was going to be.  Bordeaux was more my mind of city though. Not a ton of people, but amazing old buildings and small. It was so hot though so I didn’t do much but set up my tent and pass out for the whole day. Lucky for us Bordeaux is a right next to the coast so when leaving Josh and I headed to the ocean and rode down.

On the way Josh and I had to stop at a bike stop for some supplies. The guy grabbed a map and told us that there is not only a bike path that goes down the coast it goes right by some dunes that are a big sight in France. Josh and I had no idea, but it sounded fun. We got to the dunes and they were massive with tons of people climbing to the top of them. Josh and I couldn’t help, but get to the top of them and have a picnic with meat bread and cheap box wine, while staring at the water on one side and the forest on the other. We got down and started looking for camping and some ass decided to put a sign for camping on the road we were on.  Said why not and rode toward it thinking it would be right around a corner, but instead we rode 5 miles up a hill and it still wasn’t at the top.  It was 2 miles down the street and the shitty part about that was it didn’t allow tents. So we had to ride back and in a childish rage I took some of my melted chocolate from my bag and put my mark on the sign so no other biker has to go through what we had to do. After sucking the chocolate off my fingers, josh and I rode about 100 yards to the next camp site and camped there. Found some other bike tourist and the best part of that camp was the thunderstorm that came right over us at night. MASSIVE is the only way to describe it.

The next two days was spent riding through the forest on a bike trail and on beaches. On the second day we rode to a town and couldn’t figure out where to go. The town had a huge fair going on where everyone was in red and white like the running of the bulls. All of the people were also our age and seemed like everyone was camping in any patch of grass and parked wherever they could. We wish we could have stayed but, the schedule said we had to get to San Sabastian. We went into hotels looking for maps but, nothing was good. So we hopped on the train and rode for 15Km. We got off the train and rode for 4 minutes and josh just turns to me and says “We just rode into Spain”. I look around and see Spanish words on some of the signs. And once again we had no idea where to go. Josh’s maps aren’t the best when it gets to big towns. So as the amazing Americans that we are we said screw it and hopped on the train and took it straight to San Sabastian.

San Sebastian is also great. There are tons of small bars and a drum line marching thing going through the town.  Josh and I now have the mission of finding something to eat watch some Olympics (GO USA) then a cheap hotel or camping. I’m starting to think at this point that Spain doesn’t believe in cheap hotels and Josh and I don’t believe in paying 120 dollars a night for a room so we head for camping.  If you don’t know the layout of the city it’s at the bottom of two mountains that form a cove with an Island in the middle. We had to ride up one of those mountains. We kept on riding till we got about 2 and a half miles up then it was walking time. Josh Chris and I never had to walk up a hill, but this one did it, this one beat our ass. We get to the top and get back on the bikes and ride to the camp and get there at 12:04 pm, the guy behind the counter said that they close at 12 and they couldn’t let us in. People are walking in and out and we started riding at 9 in the morning and caught the first train around 6 so we did a lot of riding and just wanted to sleep.

We turned around and tried to figure out what to do. I said we get drunk with the people at the bus stop and Josh said lets find a field to sleep in and well we and a bunch of kids got kicked out of the field and the people at the bus stop were from Sweden where we started our trip. I went and shared a beer with them and told them about our little journey and they called me their hero, which is pretty amazing to me and said Josh and I can use their camp site. We go to the gate and the same guy stopped us and told us no. We tried as hard as we could to explain that the people said we can use it and he said no. So josh and I did the next best thing, got to the bar down the bar for a beer. By the time I got to my second beer they told me they would be closing in 15 minutes. Josh was a little down, but I knew we would be alright and then a conversation started with one of the middle aged men about the Basque people and black panthers and Opera then called us bastards along with some language I wouldn’t repeat in front of my mom. Then he asked us what we were doing. We told him about our day and he offered us to stay at his house. I instantly said yes and josh said I was way more trusting than him. We told him we have bikes so we will ride behind him and he refused, said that we will put our bikes in his vehicle and he will give us a ride. “You see that red light on top of the hill? That’s my house, time to go”. This guy is a character. He sounds like the perfect man to lead a revolution against Franco Francisco, or some Mexican general. Well It was a good thing I had those 2 beers because his car is a mix between a work van and a station wagon and I had to get into the back with our 2 bikes some other random stuff and the door wouldn’t close so he took one of my bungee cords and used it to not so much close the back doors as much as just make sure I didn’t fall out. (sorry mom) He then took us one a 5 minute rally competition to the top of the mountain and we weren’t racing anyone, but he didn’t know that.  We got to his gate chained shut and he opened it and then showed us the shed we would be spending the night in. Josh asked him where he could go to the bathroom and he said “Anywhere”. He closed the door behind Josh and I and Josh made a joke about how he doesn’t like getting stabbed in the middle of the night and spiders. He came back and I tried to open the door and it wouldn’t open from the inside only the outside. He opened the door and said “If anything happens, come knock on the door”, which made me think what could happen, but then I asked him what his name is. He said to the Basque, names aren’t important because if you know someone’s name you could use it against them in evidence, but they are in times of peace and he converted to Islam so he told us his new name and shook our hands. After that I felt pretty safe.

In the morning, I had to use a wrench to open the door and I had to knock on the door so he could unlock the gate for us, but he showed us around his house and his pot plants and goats and then the view of the city he has. He told us about how he has the highest house on the mountain and then gave us his number in case we had any problems with the camp again or needed a place to stay we were welcome to stay with him again. I’ll always remember this man as another man in Europe that has showed me what kindness and being a good human really is. We spent the next 3 days eating gelato, cured pork, and one night of cheap cheap wine. Thanks for the read. Next stop Madrid! 

Monty python was wrong about France.

The last day in London josh didn’t get much sleep and wasn’t feeling up to riding 60 miles so we trained it to our ferry.  We sat in their local Mc.Ds looking up things on the internet to pass the time then decided to just go to the ferry terminal. We took a nap, ate and read our books. The thought of being in France was pretty exciting. France to me was the start of the trip I was really looking forward to. The hot countries filled with passion for food and people with lots of character. Right before we got on the ferry we found a group also doing a bike tour. A mixed group of guys and girls doing a tour from London to Paris with old looking panniers and bikes. They were about our age and were pretty nice. Once on the ferry I had to build up courage to go sit with them and talk to them about their route. Josh and I didn’t have one planned out so I thought we could get some help. They told me about a couple paths and I decided to leave them alone for the rest of the night.

some were in the shower.

The Ferry got into France around four Am.  We stopped and talked to them after getting off the ferry and asked if they knew about any camping nearby. They said they have no idea so I told josh to look some up on the GPS. Josh and I left then right outside the gate I stopped and said that we should probably help them out. We turned around and asked them if they would like to use out GPS to find some, then I figured they might as well just follow Josh and I. We rode for about 20 minutes and then got to this huge hill that over looked the channel with big waves crashing loudly onshore. The ride wasn’t easy and some of the people in the British group had to walk their bikes up some of the hills, but we finally got to camping. They seemed like us the first time we had to set up our tents. I liked that group or maybe I just liked the fact that I was able to talk to someone new. The next morning I told them that josh and I had 2 60 mile days ahead of us, took their picture and said we should meet up in Paris if they get there when we are.

The next 2 days Josh and I rode through the French countryside with nothing, but happy good times. The sun was out and keeping us warm and France had beautiful big fields mixed with huge hills. Hills can be a killer on your knees, if you’re riding all day, but josh and I smashed those hills and felt like men when we got to the top. Out of nowhere was this old guard tower where u can walk inside and see where the stairs went up to the hole in the ceiling and it just made my day. We stopped in small towns to find out that they only have magazine/tobacco shops open in the middle of the day. Out of 4 towns we only found one grocery store.  People in the small towns were nice. The way things work is when you walk into a shop is like this.

“Hello (in their language)”.

“Hello do you speak English?”

“No. what can i do for you” Then you play this game of I don’t know what you saying and you don’t know what I’m saying, but we are going to figure out how you are going to give me a slice of that pie and Im going to give you my money. Then we got to Paris and that all changed. Ask someone if they speak English and you get attitude if they do and if they don’t they just kind of give you some stare and go “now what?.” It’s not fun. It’s almost makes you not want to talk to them because you think they are just going to be assholes. We spent four days in Paris. I spent 2 looking around at the sights, 1 relaxing in the hotel and then on the last day josh and I found out that the rave we were going to in Portugal got canceled do to it being sketchy as hell. We looked over the map and realized that we are WAY behind schedule. We sat down and planned it out. We talk a train to catch up some time. Ride down the French coast. Get to Madrid and Barcelona on the 13^th. Ill spend a few days there alone. When he takes a train to Switzerland I’ll chill with Chloe on the beach for a week then take a ferry and meet him in Milan then ride through Italy and spend 4 days in Rome. Sounds fun, but we have deadlines again which means no more days of just laying around hung over. Every day is about 60+ miles riding from here on out except when we stop in major towns. Thanks for the read guys! Also the group of Brits were cycling for a charity if you’d like to check it out its boomboompow!

This is England!! (LONDON)

In Amsterdam we said good bye to Chris and Fabian. Chris gave up saying he didn’t enjoy riding his bike all day and Fabian had a girl he had to meet. Leaving Amsterdam we headed west to the Hook of Holland for out ride across the water to England on a superferry. Holland is a beautiful place. It even had dunes which was nice to see. For the most part, once we left Sweden it has been all farmland or cities.

We were riding through a city when out of nowhere Fabian pops up, kind of crazy really. He said he was running around on his bike about 10 Km from his camp killing time. He showed us the beach and we shared an Amsterdam treat while watching the waves and children try and fly kites. We said our good byes again and headed off into the dunes and ate a nice picnic on a giant sandy hill and it hit me. When I get back and people ask me what I did on this trip I won’t be able to explain how great it is. Saying we rode through the country side doesn’t summon up the feeling you get riding through the country side or going into a bakery and ordering the best desert you’ve ever had even though the person behind the counter didn’t understand a word you said. It’s an adventure and only people who have also done it will know how it feels. The beautiful day eventually turned into a rainy cold night, but a hot shower fixed that right quick and the campsite we found.

We get to the ferry terminal the next day to find out I ordered the tickets in reverse. I was in Amsterdam when I ordered them sooooo…. Anyways they changed it for us and josh and I spent most of the day waiting for the ship to come and then riding it for 6 hours. When we got off we went up to the booth and showed the man inside our passports. Normal shit, except this time he asked about some card that we didn’t have. Then he asked about our funds and what we are in the country for. He asked in an almost “Im sorry I have to ask” way. Eventually he said we will have to go into a room and wait for him and if we could fill out some cards. He was very apologetic and the rest of the staff was really nice also. While we waited they helped us find some camping nearby and the woman with them told us where we could find a good party town.  They searched our bags on our bikes (I had my knife in my pocket) and asked us questions to make sure we weren’t coming into the country trying to find work. They were a lot nicer than the people you find in the airports.

We found some camping and the next day headed to London. We got there and this happiness just runs through you. “Im in London” ran through my head over and over again. We used the Gps to find some camping and we followed it till we hit the river that runs through London. One we were riding through a kind of sketchy area and two we couldn’t find how to cross the water. The Gps said to cross, but nothing was there. There was a ferry that was done for the day, but the gps said use the foot path. We rode around trying to find it then I stopped and asked some teens how to get across. They said there is a tunnel that runs under the water. They showed us where the entrance was and josh and I walked our bikes down a long spiral staircase. Now I’m not sure if you know what our bikes look like loaded, but they aren’t light. Walking down wasn’t fun but walking under the river was kind of cool, but then came the biggest problem. Going up. I was lucky that when I got to the top I got to see London and all its beauty or I would have been upset.

 We found a camp site on the eastern side of the city. In the morning we had to cross the city to the hostel. Riding through London in the rain with heavy traffic is something I’ll never forget. Ridding next to cars and giant double-decker busses was amazing. Then something cool happened. We pulled out a map to find out where we were and this nicely dressed man stopped and helped us out. Not only did he tell us where we need to go and show us on his iphone he went up into his office building and printed out a map for us. He said we are obviously on an adventure and would be glad to help us. We got to our hostel and spent the next couple days exploring London and seeing Darren Brown, which was pretty crazy. I even got "The art of war" and read it in the rose garden of Hyde park. But I think this trip has taught me something. I’m not a huge fan of big cities. Don’t know why either. I like people and I love the buildings, but something about being in a big city kind of just doesn’t float my boat. Thanks for the read guys. Also I met a cool kid who was volunteering for “Save the children” so check them out if you are feeling nice and maybe doing something good today. Next post is Paris!!!! So stay tuned.

Groningan to Amsterdam. "lets make party"

The day after we met Fabian he brought up an amazing plan. It was Saturday and we should find a good city and “make party”. We never just said “it’s Saturday let’s go get tanked” on this trip, but it sounded pretty good. We rode around with Fabian leading. It was completely different than the way we did it. We used a Gps and almost always know where we are going. Fabian just goes up to random people and ask them how to get to places and uses a map so they can show him how. It seemed kind of backwards, but it worked. Once again my shoe wouldn’t unclip and I fell making my glasses fall off and lost, forever. We eventually got to a campsite near a city called Groningen. We asked our camp neighbors and found out that Groningen is a college city, a college city that likes to party. We took our showers and got ready and then our neighbors gave us a nice little ride to the train station and hopped on the train. The Amount of bikes at the station was jaw dropping. They had to build underground parking that stacks bikes on top of each other 100 yards far and about 50 yards across and there isn’t a single space open.

We walk across a bridge and enter the main part of the city. We were told there would be parties all over the place once we hit the city square. We walk down an ally and hear loud music. It turned out to be some middle aged women dancing to shitty music. I wasn’t impressed. We keep on walking and turn this corner to see a huge city square and the right half of it is full of people in outdoor eating areas. 500 people easy. The rest of the Square was full of college kids walking around. On the weekend back home I normally go to the bars with my friend Beau near Udub. This was like that times 5. The only things here were bars and fast food. I heard loud music again and tried to find it, but couldn’t. Then Chris noticed it was up above us. We went into a building and went up 5 stories of stairs and got to the roof where there is an open top club. We start drinking and then a guy walks up and starts talking to us in broken English. We are pretty good with broken English and talked to the kid about what he does and what we are doing in Europe. He buys use a round and we tell him we heard about this awesome bar and were thinking about going. He not only told us how to get there said he would come with us. This guy was a character. Bro all the way with the drunken swagger to go with it. He walked over to his girl said some things and told us that it’s good. We tried to go into one bar and they wouldn’t let Chris in because of his shoes. He got upset about it. He turned to a group of guys and asked them what they thought about his shoes and they said “you must be gay or you don’t want to get any ladies”. He wasn’t happy with that.  Our new friend bar hopped with us for a while telling us that they are the rednecks of Holland and that no one in Holland dances but everyone in America knows how to dance, then we ran into his girlfriend. She tore into him HARD in the middle of a busy road full of college kids. She was yelling at him so we asked her friend what was up. He told her he would be 10-20 minutes and was gone for 2 hours. We said our goodbyes to him and found a new club. This was a place I wish I could find back home. Loud dubstep live dj club. It’s like a rave, but without the raver kids. No candy kids running around with tutus and mad hatter hats. We partied there until the sun came up and took a taxi back to our camp.

A few days later and a few stops at some Koffee shops later we got to Amsterdam. We got into a hostel that allows you to smoke in the lobby/hang out area just no cigarettes allowed. Pretty funny shit when someone lights up a joint next to you, but Fabian had to go outside to smoke his cig.  Amsterdam is an odd place. There are high people everywhere just randomly walking around with the families of tourist. Maybe spending most of our time in the country side has made me dislike big cities because I wasn’t digging it. We went out and got some drinks our first night there. Fabian bought mushrooms and we went to this one bar. It looked good from outside and we walked to the front to get in and then I noticed the security guard. Big and black and not the person I wanted to see when I had my knife in my pocket. I turned to Chris and told him I will be back, I need to ditch my knife and the security guard called me back. “Oh shit. He’s going to check me and tell me I can’t get in for the rest of the night. I know it.” I walk up, he pats me down feels my knife and lets me in no problem. Problem is the club is empty. I was told it wouldn’t start filling up till 12:30-1:30. We left there and just did what everyone else does in Amsterdam. Randomly stumble onto the Red Light District. I know what you’re thinking “Right you four guys randomly stumbled onto hooker ally,” but we did. And we did walk through it twice though, I’ll admit that.  We weren’t the only ones though. Full groups of people filled both sides on the street. Bros to middle aged men with their kids walking by model hot women in bikinis (around prime time. Later in the night comes the B group of girls and it’s not good.) behind glass trying to get you to spend your money on them. None of us did. I did kill a few brain cells there though. My lungs need a break for sure. Sorry for the long post and thanks for the read. Up next is England (London) and maybe a post on what the first month of traveling has taught me. 

Travel4peace4UNICEF

hey guys if you remember my last post at the end i said we are now traveling with a Swiss guy who's doing a 5 year bike tour, here is his link. He gets a computer in a few days and his blog will really pick up. Here is the link

http://www.travel4peace.ch/

Enjoy!

Germany is #1. 4th of July american style.

We got into Germany around (6/29/12). First thing we ride into after we get off the boat is farm land. We ride through it for a bit then we hit a little town with a cool little fair going on. If we had money it we would have stopped but decided to keep on going. Not a lot happened we just camped off the side of the road and   went on our way in the morning. The next day we got a camp site at a beach side resort town. We had some amazing German beer and schnitzel  (which is amazing, kind of like chicken fried steak) with the view of the beach.

The next day I noticed 2 of my spokes were broken. We were in a different small town also on the beach. We looked for hotels, but like most of Europe, everything was closed for the weekend or way to expensive. The guys gave me the choice, either we get a hotel or we ride on. I said screw it I’m sure we can make it to the next town and see from there, it was only about 10 miles. My tire popped 5 miles in. The sun feels pretty hot when you have to slowly walk in it with a bike that doesn’t want to move. Good thing was we each bought a small bottle of wine for our lunch. Made the rest of walking better.

After a while Josh’s backrack broke leaving him and me in the shit. We found out that the town a little under a mile had a train station and we could probably get a train from there to Hamburg. We were taking a shot in the dark but it was the only chance we had. Chris rode off to it and hid his stuff there, while I dropped all of my stuff and ran with my bike, as josh rigged his bike to work for the 1Km we needed it for. Josh waited with my stuff till Chris came and they rode together to the station. I hate running, I’m American. I got the station a few moments before the guys. We bought our tickets right as the train pulled up.

We got to Hamburg around 10. The station is huge and full of advertisements and bars. We took out the gps and it said we had about 3 miles to walk to our hostel we had book for the next night. The town had a cool atmosphere so we decided that walking would be great. It wasn’t. That day with the breakdowns and walking a bike fully loaded with a flat tire and knowing that I’d have to pay for this, I really questioned sending the bike back home and buying a backpack and train pass. We got to the hostel and it was full. We walked to the next one and it was full too. We walked to another and it was expensive but I didn’t care. I needed a bed and a tv.

We spent the next couple days going around the city and talking to other travelers. We met a group of Brits during the Euro cup finals that we drank with. We plan on meeting the girls in Paris for some more drinks. Hamburg is an odd city. Graffiti EVERYWHERE, drunks walking around at all times, and people drinking beer(s) at 10:30 in the morning with their food. It was pretty cool to see all of it. At night during the weekend some of the streets fill up with young adults drinking and I mean full. The side walk to the street is packed.  I want to go back some day. We left for Amsterdam on the 3rd. We all know that it’s a major party city so we were excited.  On the 4th we had a mission. Celebrate the 4th of July like only Americans can. 

(Sorry Mom.) We went and had a breakfast with 2 desserts and got to drinking. Josh had Aquavit and I had a $7 of whiskey. We mixed them up and got to work in the parking lot. We rode for about 10 minutes and got a little lost. We were waiting at a light to turn green and I saw something that made my day. 9 girls our age all in bathing suits and aviators (one sexy combination) we waited in the street next to a map just so they would walk by us. They giggled and said their hellos in a playful way. They asked where we were from and where we were going. We told them and then they walked off and kept on turning back and looking at us. Then one of them peed in the bushes of a house and it was a green light in my head. I said why not ask them where to go. We rode up to them and asked them for help. We didn’t need their help. We had it, but I’ve been riding with 2 guys for 3 weeks and I wanted to have some interaction with a girl. After they got help for us and making small talk with them they said they were in town to party. Josh asked if they needed some American partiers and something strange happened. The group of hot women in front of us got the shy, look down at the ground move I thought was only for nerdy guys that don’t know how to talk to girls. But regardless they shot us down nicely and we went on our way. Chris wasn’t happy that we weren’t going to party with them, but Josh and I were happy. The rest of the day gets hazy. I remember Chris crashing in front of a restaurant and having people laugh at him. He reacted like an American. (his mom reads this so we are leaving that part out) We rode and the rule was every time we stop we have to drink. My bottle and Josh’s went dry so we went into store and Chris got a bottle of knock off Jager. I was riding on the road for a bit and decided to get on the sidewalk. I looked and it was just a little bit of grass separating them. I went for it and was wrong. It was a curb. I went flying and landed pretty safely.  Afterwards I tried to shake-and-bake Chris and almost got both of us in the bushes. I’ve seen Talladega Nights so many times I figured I could do it, but was wrong. I blacked out for most of Burger King. Story goes Chris tried to explain something to a woman and she didn’t understand English so he explained to her louder. Afterwards we rode till it got dark and heard some yelling and talking near a beach. Come to find out some people were swimming and drinking. We stopped to drink and talked to them. Met a guy in the German army and some of his friends. I was drunk and fell about a good 4-5 times so I was of course ready to soak my scratched up legs in salt water. We hung out with them and then left to find a place to sleep. We found a clearing in some woods off the north sea. Waking up the next day I did the math and found out we drank for about 12 hours straight.

A couple days after riding we went into this camp site and met Fabbien. A swiss guy whos doing a bike tour around the world for 5 years. English is a second language to him, but we get by. He likes to “Make party” so hes ok with us. He’s going with us to Amsterdam then to London, which pretty much makes him one of us now.

Thunderstorms in Denmark

We left Copenhagen (6/28/12) with one thing on our mind “We need to get the hell out of Denmark”. We planned on trying to ride through the whole thing in one day, but my bike was acting a little off and my knee was acting up again. Denmark has some beautiful cities and country side but the air is so thick with bugs in some areas that just after 20 minutes of riding your arms face and shirt are covered, it smells, and you couldn’t pay someone to smile at you and seem cheerful. We joked that the one good thing about Denmark is that you can ride through it in a day. We eventually stopped for the day behind a roadside picnic area and set up our tents behind some bushes. The next day when I woke up, I kept on hearing a noise that resembled someone rolling a big trash bin from my last job around. I thought someone was maybe picking up the trash and taking their sweet, sweet time. Josh was first up and out of his tent and he told me it was thunder.

 

After that we all got up and packed our gear before the rain would really start. The ferry to Germany wasn’t that far away, just 20 miles or so. As soon as we started riding to the store it started to rain. We went into the grocery store and got our food for the day. Pretty normal stuff except this time when Chris walked out he said a lady invited us to her house to have some coffee. Now we have never had a random stranger invite us into their house and didn’t know how to take it. We had some riding in front of us, but the lady came out of the store and told us where her house was and was so nice we couldn’t say no. We got there and met her husband who was surprised I’m sure to get three wet grown men in his kitchen. He didn’t speak English, but his wife translated for him and he shook all of our hands with a big smile. First thing she asked when we got inside was if we were hungry. We are always hungry for free food. This woman made us coffee with milk, cinnamon crackers with honey and man were they good. They were pretty modest, but their house was amazing and right on the water with a perfect little garden and yard that ran to a dock with a boat. They were getting ready for her birthday party the next day where her daughters from America would be coming to see her. This lady even talked about how she was fine paying up to 50% in taxes because people with money need to share with the people who don’t have enough and she was a fan of Obama. I can’t even name a leader of a single country we are going to and this woman from Denmark knew about what Obama has been trying to do.

                                                heys a tiger!

The rain slowed down and we hit the road. It was only one road to the ferry so Josh flew ahead, while Chris and I sat back at our own pace and talked. The rain started to come down hard along with constant thunder and lightning all around us and above. Being from Seattle, we are see rain all the time, but these rain drops were huge and when the wind blew it found a way to get right in your shoe and fill it up. We talked about video games, (of course) but then we also talked about college and without even trying Chris convinced me to go back to school. From those of you that know me I always hated the thought, but something just clicked and I’m going for it again. By the time we got to the ferry we were soaked and I managed to tare a hold in the crotch of my favorite shorts, but it was still warm when it was raining and that lady was so nice to take us in, that the day wasn’t bad. She saved Denmark in our minds. If it wasn’t for her, Denmark would have been a shit place.

Only thing to note about the ferry was that we all got a 5^th of grain alcohol for about $9 and we got the hell out of Denmark. Maybe we just caught people at the wrong time or the Danish just don’t work the same way as the rest of the Europe, but these three boys didn’t enjoy it, maybe you will.