Here are a few pictures from yesterday I forgot to post.
This is the inside of the train car as we crossed from one island to another yesterday.
This was a view from the balcony off my room about 9:30. Notice the moon rising. Yes, that’s my wash hanging out to dry.
The ride today was only about 45 miles, mostly thru farmland. In a way, an off day. I took a bunch of pictures of two villages we passed thru so you can get a feel for the scenery in the towns.
Chris and Brian at an outdoor cafe in Faaborg. Chris needed another cup of coffee because he complained we got him up too early.
This gentleman is Jess Anthill, whom we met in the same town square. He is getting ready for his annual solo ride from Copenhagen to Paris in Sept. It is 1100 kilo and he has been doing it for over 15 years. He is 69 years old. Most enjoyable visiting with him.
Another pic of the square in Faaborg.
Our last ferry ride from Bojden to Fynshav. I won’t try to pronounce. Nothing is pronounced like the spelling in English. Isn’t Brian doing a great job with his fingers?
Pic from the bow of the ferry.
Our little old bikes with all the cars and trucks.
Brian’s daily ritual. Check into the hotel, shower and go find an outdoor cafe to have a beer or two. Beth, you are dearly missed this trip.
This is from the town square of Sonderborg. A pleasant stroll after dinner. Another difference without Beth along. We walk everywhere. If it’s not close, chances are we are not going.
A pleasant night down by the harbor of Sonderborg. My last pic of the day.
According to my dictionary, Jess’ last name is “Myretue”. Nice meeting you, Jess! I hope you have a great trip to Paris!
Burning question: Should we attribute the lack of photos of historical markers to Chris refusing to translate them, or is there simply a dearth of them Northern Europe? It looks like you guys are having a fantastic trip and I wish I was there with you!
The stuff here is so old, they don’t bother with historical markers. We did see a monument to 6 Danish underground executed by the nazis during WW II. We saw another monument to an American flight crew that came down in a German village. The villagers killed the crew, We wish you were with us, too.