I enjoyed a wee lie in, too many cups of coffee, and a ‘homemade’ breakfast (yogurt, fruit, and muesli) in my little Danish sanctuary in Maribo.
I could afford to take it slow because my check-in in Næstved wasn’t available until 5 pm and the ride would only take about 3 and a half hours.
It was a nicer day than the last, both weather wise and in terms of series of unfortunate events unfolding.
The landscape here is beautiful, seemingly going on forever, only disrupted by the occasional grouping of trees and such. However, this flat and expansive geography does make for slightly monotonous riding. The roads are long and straight. At one point I could see where I would be kilometres ahead – in a straight line. Anyway, for directionally challenged individuals I highly recommend Denmark!
I rode over a long bridge. Like, really long. A few kilometres long. It was also pretty old and looked to be on it’s last legs. I passed only one other cyclist on the long crossing.
Once I reached the other side of the bridge I was in Vordingborg. I stopped at a bluff in a place called ‘Gutter Island.’ It was much nicer than a gutter. I sat watching the wind tear itself through everything: the flowers, grass, sea. It was a peaceful rest stop. Maybe it’s named this way because it is a good place to stop and think when your life is… in the gutter?
I carried on a short way to get to the Vordingborg Castle ruins. The castle was built in 1175! I walked around the grounds and had a little picnic with the mix of foods I had left in my bag.
I still had quite a bit of time to kill, and only about 30 km left from Vordingborg to Næstved. It was also looking like rain. I went for a coffee and to wait out the brief shower.
Shortly after it started, the rain had stopped and it was sunny again. It was about this time when I noticed a slight tickle in my throat. Ever the optimist, (what? No I’m not) I thought it had just been something I ate or drank irritating it. However, as I rode on I came to accept the fact that this certainly seemed like the preliminary symptoms of illness. Damn.
So, as I pedalled on and on to my B&B in Næstved, I become more fatigued and tickle-throated than usual. Relief washed over me when I arrived at the cute little home in the quiet outskirts of town.
The B&B had a pool in the backyard, but at this point I was feeling so run down that I couldn’t even bring myself to go for a swim. I lay on the plush, crisp white linens in my white washed wooden attic-like room and did nothing but read, watch TV, and drink tea.
I wanted to rest up and hopefully feel better the next day to make my way to Copenhagen.
DOTD
No dog captured today! Sadness.
Instead, I have dug something up from the archives.
An Idiot Broad Abroad 