After disembarking the ferry it was only a kilometre to our Warmshowers host, Fanny. Fanny, along with Tobias cooked a delicious meal and gave us a wealth of information on Gothenburg. They are planning their own bike trip for later this year which will include cycling through England so hopefully I, or more likely Al, will be able to return the favour. After having been on the road for over a month it felt strange to actually be able to provide them with some bits of useful information in advance of their trip too. Although still fairly new to cycle touring, it’s surprising how quickly one can pick things up, mainly from learning through our own mistakes first of course.
It was already 8pm by the time we disembarked the ferry and set foot/wheel on Sweden. It was my first new country of the trip however this was just a short visit before we crossed into Denmark. With light dwindling and it being a Sunday night with little open we didn’t have much time to hang around. We found an ATM, wolfed down a hamburger and chips from the only place we could find and rode 10km away from Trelleborg and into the countryside.
Before we knew it, we were leaving Hamburg. It took ages to get out of the city properly and the views along the way were nothing too special. The flat lands had now disappeared though and were replaced by rolling hills.
Dusseldorf to Beek (76 miles)
Today was always going to be a tough day and when my alarm woke me at 6.30 and I saw torrential rain, it certainly started that way. I won’t lie, it was a challenging goodbye and when I cycled away from Hanna and a warm cosy bed into a wet and cold Easter Monday I did wonder what the hell I was doing! In addition, today was a long day. At over 70 miles, it would be 20 miles longer than any day so far. However, all of this I did already have an idea about. What I’d not considered was the wind. I’ve read many a complaint about head winds on various cycling blogs but I had failed to consider it so far! Today was like cycling through treacle for numerous parts of the day. Read more
We’d made it to Bruges and with it came excessively strong Belgian beers, pans full of mussels in the main square and a day to recover. I went to Bruges last year with Hanna and although this visit was a little less romantic I still enjoyed having a wander around the streets. In case you didn’t know Bruges means bridges of which there are many. The bridges go over the canals and it’s all cobbled, horses and carts take tourists down the narrow streets, it’s really very nice but I’ll let the photos give you a better idea.