Cold Hawaii and Cold Hawaii Inland

Waking up directly on the beach for the second time, just as amazing as the first time. Opening my eyes and seeing the sea, simply priceless.

I went for a jog in the other direction, and I saw a very similar view to the day before, endless shoreline. The temperatures are increasing day by day, but due to the North Sea and the wind, it remains very pleasant, far away from the current summer heat in Germany. However, it was enough to break a sweat, so it's time to cool off in the water.

The day before, a camper got stuck in the sand, and I saw similar comments on the overnight app. Due to the rising temperatures, the sand brightened in various places, meaning it became drier and the risk of getting stuck increased. My travel companion likes to make fun of me in such situations. Anyway, I insisted on moving the car before breakfast, still on the beach but away from the danger zone of getting stuck. So I could enjoy breakfast in a relaxed manner.

Our sense of the weekdays has been gone for a while, and we were surprised by what was happening on the beach. They arrived on bicycles with trailers, loaded with chairs, tables, loungers, etc. Half of their homes were unpacked from cars, horse trailers, cars with caravans, in short, it was a frenzy. Despite the many people with probably very different ideas of their perfect beach day, you don't hear any bad words or honking, no, everyone lets each other do their thing. We really like that! Oh yes, it was Saturday and the nice weather attracted everyone to the sea.

We continued on the Daisy Route. It took us through meadows and fields, past dunes, the Thy National Park, and fjords (a slightly different kind of fjord than in Norway...). One thing is certain: it's completely flat!

Our first stop was at former bunkers from World War II, our second stop was in Klitmoller, also known as Cold Hawaii. We hoped to catch some waves with the bodyboard. Unfortunately, it didn't live up to its name at all: no waves, and no sign of cold. Well, we will find a spot on our journey anyway.

Della's flu seems to be at its peak, so we decided to find the next place to park so he can lie down in bed. We ended up in Vilsund Havn, with the talkative harbor master Lars. A peaceful little harbor with six parking spaces for motorhomes. Super cozy, right next to the bridge built in 1939 with 1100 tons of steel. Vilsund itself is called Cold Hawaii Inland, so the circle closes! ;-)