Wha happened – or ‘How did we end up in Denmark’?
8th July 2018
Where are we? Broager, Denmark
After last minute organising and getting ready to go the time was finally upon us, it was time to get on the road. So we did, but before long we were stopping as we were lacking one vital thing, petrol. Quite important when embarking on a trip of several thousand miles to start off with a full tank and once that was taken care of we could get on with it. Road trips have quite a reputation and I absolutely get it because there is a definite freedom being on the open road with the world as your oyster although that is not quite where we are at. Yet. It is quite a trek to Norway and before we can really get on with it we have an appointment with an MOT in the UK. So the first part of our trip is leaving home and getting to the UK. This part is planned, our first night will be in Rambouillet not far from Paris, our second in Wissant in northern France, a convenient stop before catching the Eurotunnel train to Folkestone, get our MOT done, pass our MOT, return on the Eurotunnel and then stay in Middelkerke, Belgium just south of Ostende. It all sounds so easy when written down but I have a nagging worry at the back of my mind that we will not pass the MOT and we will be stuck in the UK for days. But first things first. Rambouillet for one night and after being taken on a 20km detour by our satnav (Stevo) we arrive fairly worn out but a quick swim at the campsite refreshes us before we eat our dinner amongst an absolute swarm of mosquitos, none of which were in the slightest bit deterred by the four citronella candles we had around us. Luckily they were not biters but they were incredibly annoying and we were soon seeking shelter in our van. The following morning we discovered that one of the issues we had had repaired in the van had obviously not been done properly and we had a leak in some of our pipework so we had to dump all the water from our tank which means no water on tap in the van for the trip. Slightly annoying, and combined with the door latch not working properly contributed to my unease over the MOT. You may detect a pattern here and it is fair to say the MOT was occupying a fair bit of my thoughts. Day two was a drive to Wissant where we managed to get the last spot in a free Aire. This is good news as although it is basically just a car park and has no electricity all we need for the night is somewhere to sleep as we will be heading off early in the morning. And of course free is a good price! We have time for a wander down to the sea and a lovely sorbet before cooking dinner and eating sat on a rug in a car park. The big day dawned and started well, I was looking for any good omens I could find and we got to the train and were put on an earlier crossing which gave us extra time in the UK which meant we could take care of a few administrative essentials before taking the van to the garage. No matter how many good omens I had found I was still feeling quite tense as we waited, unnecessarily so as like the absolute champion he is Sven passed with flying colours. With one advisory that a couple of tyres were starting to get low on tread, not really a concern I thought when all that lay ahead of us is a few thousand miles of driving, a great deal of which would be on narrow, windy, mountainous roads. Something to worry about later. Back to Eurotunnel, back to mainland Europe and drive to Middelkerke for one night in Belgium. A day that could not have been more like clockwork ended with another stroll on the beach, although no sorbet today. Next stop Germany and our day consisted of breakfast in Belgium, dejeuner with the Dutch and dinner in Deutschland. Also a bonus at our German campsite where we had the choice of paying a large amount (€35) to camp in the campsite or a small amount (€10) to park overnight in the ‘quickstop’ and given that this was right next to the campsite, had electricity and water and we were able to use the facilities in the campsite if we wanted seemed like a no brainer. One more day of driving lay ahead before we could take a breather and after 4 days of driving so far all we wanted was for it to be over and done with as soon as possible so it was slightly annoying to say the least when we took the wrong entrance onto the motorway and had to drive 12 miles in the wrong direction before we could turn around. All of the driving we had done so far had been through countries we had already visited so we were all quite excited to be heading to somewhere new. But even more than that we were looking forward to having a day without driving, after motorways in six different countries it was nice to be in rural south Denmark, camping just a stones throw from the sea and surrounded by peace and quiet.
What have we learned? It took us longer to get from the Dordogne to Denmark than from Melbourne to Uluru.
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