Return to Scandinavia - this time we have the helmets!

The Germans seemed reluctant for us to leave. 2 punctures in two days. So we took the traditional route of calling in the Americans. Once fitted with kevlar tyres (by the nice American man in Niebull) our way out was clear.

Next stop was the island of Sylt which had been billed by Conde Naste Traveller as Germany's cool island. It transpired that this is a bit like saying the rich part of Bangladesh. We were anxious as we had induced Grant and Sara to join us here so rode up and down the island checking out campsites. Settled on one that at least felt more Isle of Wight than Angelsea. The best bit was a restaurant right on the lovely beach (and behind glass with heaters and blankets)

Gods blew us out of Germany with the sweet caress of a southerly wind. Rain mind you , so we had a surreal crossing of a causeway to Denmark in the gloom at about 30kph without turning the pedals. They have punished us today mind you.
Denmark is great so far - even the bus shelters are designer cool. Shops have stuff you'd want to buy. People are good looking. Oh yes vikings rule - apart from the alcoholics.

Ribe last night which is a well presrved medieval town - a trading centre between the Vikings and the south. Then history passed it by and it became frozen in time - a bit like Britain. If you ever pass this way I cannot recomend too highly the Postgaarden B&B. Like being locked in a pub with four poster beds.

Now in a Youth hostel in somewhere unpronouncable. Very quiet.