It's Monday morning and I've had a relaxing weekend. The route through Denmark has been mapped out and the bike is packed. It's 540 kilometres to Hamburg, which I should manage in four to five days. The ferry to Fredrikshavn leaves at 12 noon.
I enjoy the Swedish buffet on the crossing. I eat as much as I can because there's nothing warm to eat today.
The weather in Denmark is perfect for cycling, hardly any wind and temperatures of around 20 degrees Celsius. At a petrol station, I check my tyre pressure for the first time on the trip. In 17 days of travelling, I haven't even lost half a bar - long live the inner tube.
The first visual highlight is crossing the Limfjord Bridge to Aalborg. Although the town is pretty deserted on this Monday evening, it is definitely worth a visit.
The ride along the Limfjord in the evening light is also priceless. And I'm not alone. Numerous groups of racing cyclists are out and about this evening.
As the sun sets, the air fills with insects. I breathe through my nose so that I don't swallow too many of them, and breaks to pee become an ordeal. Only when the route starts to climb again do the insects become fewer, and I settle down at a rest area before Aars and set up camp.