The final stitch!

I’m back! With 209 hours and 4697 kilometres in the saddle, I returned to Copenhagen approximately two months after I left. Back to the flat country with blond people and a ton of cyclists, five euro coffee and a liquorice trend taken a bit too far (you can now get a jar of honey with liquorice).

My legs didn’t behave exactly like I had hoped for towards the end of my trip, but I got to do the last 125 kilometres from Aarhus to Copenhagen on my bicycle, and in total I visited 15 countries outside Denmark and met so many cool cats and warm people. The mere thought of it is overwhelming.

I have no idea what will happen with this blog but I will at least be back with a few observations from my journey. Couples traveling together on bicycles; the crippling, psychological effect of spending too many hours on the road with no company; and some similarities across nationalities are among the thoughts. I was also asked give a talk or two about traveling alone. I might do that.

For now, a few pictures from my return (which was actually a week ago but, for me, back to real life also means back to forgetfulness.)


In Aarhus, Kalle greeted me the exact same way he said goodbye two months earlier: with rye bread porridge. This gesture wasn’t made on purpose but because my dear friend, who happens to be Kalle’s dad, let him choose what to eat both days. The brown porridge is made with beer and served hot with whip cream. The taste of it divides the rye bread raised Danish population, I believe, and I’m fortunately among those who find it very tasty.

Wind turbines and no hills. Standard landscape in Denmark.

Here I’ve walked many kilometres when I was younger. The harbour in Aarhus.

In Denmark we have an expression “the little duck pond”, which figuratively refers to a little, protected and often narrow minded society or country. The figurative versions can probably be found everywhere in Europe, but I actually haven’t seen many of the physical ponds, like this one in the village Vig.

For the next eight months bringing a few coins to a place like this is the only option, if you want to get a tan. I usually choose pale, but you never know.

We also have cool buildings in Denmark.

This bike path – which is connected with the one on the very first picture in this post - is called The Green Path. It goes through residential areas and parks so you, as a cyclist, never have to ride alongside cars. It’s approximately nine kilometres long. Brilliant.

Parking my bicycle outside my new home. The end.