Sykkelen jeg kjøpte i 2007 for å sykle Trondheim – Oslo har fått sin renesansse. Og for å herde meg så ble det langtur i dag, 270 kilometer ned via Ørje, Aremark, Ed, Halden og tilbake via Rakkestad og Mysen.
On my 45’th birthday I ran south from Søndervig on the west coast trail towards the landmark Lyngvig Lighthouse. Built back in 1906, the newest lighthouse in Denmark, all white and 38 metres tall
The day after I went there with the kids and visited the museum and walked the stairs all the way to the top.
First day of vacation in Denmark – Sunday the 24’th of June – got up early and headed out for a run on the beach. After about 30 minutes I saw some windmills in the far distance and decided to run all the way to them, the three windmills at Hvide Sande. A bit boring to run on the beach, but then again, you really get to excercise your mental stamina by just keep on running even if all you see is just sand and the sea. But, running on the sand was gentle to my legs so that was a good thing.
The wind was quite strong that day, so when down at Hvide Sande I did go all the way out on the breakwater to watch the waves occasionally showering the rocks. I did hide behind the light at the tip of the breakwater to avoid getting wet all the time when I spotted this boat that did give the waves a taste, but decided to turn around and go back to the safety of the Ringkøbing fjord.
Not that big waves today, but if hit by the shower you would get soaking wet.
The breakwater
Up north on the beach, where I would now run towards Søndervig where we stayed.
Got up at 05 today and had a really early morning run. The weather was nice and the scenery was amazing, since it still was a bit cold the fog was still present by the lakes. So to all you out there, get up in the morning and enjoy…
After a very short review of the map my conclusion was that running Flyktningeruta – the refugee route – from home to Sweden should take about 4 hours…a rough gestimate. I need to do better next time…I did spend almost 7 hours on the 46 kilometers from home to Sukkerveien just across the Swedish border. During that time I had stopped and asked for refill of water, the weather was nice and very warm, so all my water was long gone after just 20 kilometres. After about 4 hours I had a mental breakdown, but a quick stop eating chocolate and drinking Coca Cola was just what I needed to go all the way to where I had agreed that Elin should pick me up. Needless to say I went to bed early and stayed there to almost half past eleven today…
Here crossing the border to Sweden after about 6 hours and 30 minutes. Imagine me finding it hard, then think about those who was forced to do the walk in the shelter of darkness during WW2, maybe it was winter and they also had to carry as much as they could manage.
