So, the journey continued with the "danish-boat" (which is a perfect translation btw). Or the ferry from Kristiansand to Hirtshals. We (me and myfather, my new co-pilot) got up at 7 in the morning, drove on board, had a good breakfast and made ourselves comfortable for a three hour trip. It felt quite good. Leaving the snow and all. So.. a bit wavy... nothing to worry about... A little bit more wavy.. And then a little bit more. Four people in my close circulating area of space, one might say.. puking. The staff trying to prevent the interior from falling apart. Semi-successful. Nothing to do but get a glass of water, stare out the window, concentrate on not to be one of those who turn their insides - out. Great success! No puke today (To the man who had just ordered breakfast, only to be in the center of puke fest vol. 12.. I sympathize with you)!
So, safe and sound on the island of Denmark, this is not what we had hoped for. Snow. Thank God the godforsaken island is a flat one, and pretty straight forward. Three hours to cross the country, I think.
Windmills. Wow. Who would know?
So this is pretty much where the fun started. From Flensburg, Germany and all the way south. We were supposed to be in Frankfurt at 8 in the evening. But King Winter, had some plans on his own. 20 km/h for at least two hours, and up to 80 km/h (at the most) for two hours more, kind of leads to a degree of delay. We arrived in Frankfurt (or almost) at 2 a.m. Six hours later than planned. O joy. Queue and autobahn is the best! More later.
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