Imechapishwa: 22.06.2022
Finally, we are back to the wild dogs of the past, it's about time!
Ribe and Jelling were the destinations of the recently highly criminal Gaijin, because in the land of the Danes, you inevitably come into contact with Viking stuff and historical things that are of great interest to the unnecessary attendee anyway.
Ribe is the oldest city in Denmark and worth a visit.
At Jelling, there are the largest burial mounds in Denmark, along with an old church and runestones erected by Harald Bluetooth and Gorm the Old.
Yeah, they left their big footprints in history at their time, and if the unworthy person is already there, he must appreciate it, right?
In addition to all this, there is also a visitor center with a free exhibition, which was naturally visited and found to be very interesting.
Otherwise, BOSAMO is slowly realizing that there must be a flatland fever, after all, there is also a Dagmar fever (damn it was bad, but it had to be!), because flat coasts and landscapes now often induce severe bouts of crying, which often end in desperate rolling on the ground in front of Berta.
...and Berta is slowly starting to feel ashamed and repeatedly shows her square tire profile to the cunning Gaijin, because her new shoes are only worn in the middle and proper leaning angles in this area are as rare as pleasantly smelling socks on the crooked, twisted, and unwashed paws of BOSAMO.
In the alpine country, this would be considered as showing off, peeing in your pants before every corner, which is why the proud horse will refuse to go past this border until its black sneakers are finally round again!
Anyway, we then returned to the coast because we want to round Europe as much as possible, and we're not on a kids' snack, so the whining Fötide has to control itself and hop towards its destination on looooong straight stretches.
Always along the dikes, hoping to discover something beautiful!
P.s.: Always read along the lines, hoping not to find any mistakes, but unfortunately, that won't happen...