Hello Denmark

First time being woken up by the alarm clock since... well, since when actually? Doesn't matter.

The rain was pounding on the roof, Norway is crying as we leave. Get out of bed, get dressed and hit the road, very efficient. In the end, you usually have to wait quite a while at the ferry, and since we have our house with us, we can take care of the rest while waiting.

First thing in line, we brewed some coffee, then a stewardess with a measuring stick came, then a second one, they were discussing. Hmmm, did I book the wrong fare? I didn't, but they said "you're not so tall than the others, please move to row 18". So we stood in line with smaller vehicles. Strange, but they definitely know what they're doing.

When entering the ferry, the steward waved us in cautiously, his gaze fixed on the roof. With 2.70 meters of clearance and a vehicle height of 2.65 meters, it feels a bit strange... but everything fit!

The ferry was packed to the brim, understandable after the storm the day before and the cancellation of ferries. The weather still hadn't calmed down, which meant I needed a place to lie down to survive the journey as vomit-free as possible. After some searching, I found such a place. Barely started, the rocking began, popped in motion sickness gum, got some sea belts just beforehand, quickly strapped them around my arms and went horizontal.

In short, it went well, but I also didn't move an inch. Della went on a little expedition every now and then, but eventually the rocking became too much even for him. I was definitely very happy when we passed the Hirtshals jetty and the rocking came to an end.

From Hirtshals, we went straight to Grenen, the northernmost point of Denmark, where the North Sea and the Baltic Sea (or Skagerrak and Kattegat) meet. In Skagen, the town before it, the AIDA was already in port and we took part in the beach migration in stormy and partly rainy weather all the way to this ominous spot. It looks pretty cool, the way the seas meet and the water swirls.

The walk freed me from the nagging nausea and even made me hungry, off to the hotdog stand. It's amazing how many different variations and ways there are to make hotdogs. The Riste hotdog definitely tasted good.

Since we've been on the road for a while, we started looking for a place to spend the night. So now we're right next to the dunes by the sea, with the AIDA in sight. Let's have a nice Danish beer, cheers!