Tale of the day in five acts:
Act one: A cosy ride. Me and my warmshowers host Nikolaj joyfully cycle 49 km from Copenhagen northward to Helsingor to catch the ferry to Sweden. Thanks a lot Niko!
Act two: A dormant problem. For the first time on a multiday journey, I am facing a considerable mechanical issue since a couple of days. I had visited a bike mechanic in Germany who could only fix it partially. Further on the road, the mechanical dysfunction didn't affect my spirit at all anyway. Though, in Helsingor I go for a second and even third opinion. Twice I get a really bad diagnosis, and immediate repair is impossible.
Act three: An unpleasant feeling. I am in Sweden, but I am not enjoying. Continue riding can make the issue worse and even irreversible - my bike ready for the scrap heap. Moreover the slightly messy Swedish scenery near the coast doesn't please me. I miss Denmark.
Act four: A second sight. Or: what will be, will be. I just ride, I ride at lower speed but at least I ride. The scenery gets less messy and the light over the forests at Golden Hour is just stunning. Say out loud: I am in Sweden!
Act 5: A good chat. I call my homeboy mechanic DIMY. He reassures me. I'll give it a go, today was an unfinished business, tomorrow I need one more ride!
Act one: A cosy ride. Me and my warmshowers host Nikolaj joyfully cycle 49 km from Copenhagen northward to Helsingor to catch the ferry to Sweden. Thanks a lot Niko!
Act two: A dormant problem. For the first time on a multiday journey, I am facing a considerable mechanical issue since a couple of days. I had visited a bike mechanic in Germany who could only fix it partially. Further on the road, the mechanical dysfunction didn't affect my spirit at all anyway. Though, in Helsingor I go for a second and even third opinion. Twice I get a really bad diagnosis, and immediate repair is impossible.
Act three: An unpleasant feeling. I am in Sweden, but I am not enjoying. Continue riding can make the issue worse and even irreversible - my bike ready for the scrap heap. Moreover the slightly messy Swedish scenery near the coast doesn't please me. I miss Denmark.
Act four: A second sight. Or: what will be, will be. I just ride, I ride at lower speed but at least I ride. The scenery gets less messy and the light over the forests at Golden Hour is just stunning. Say out loud: I am in Sweden!
Act 5: A good chat. I call my homeboy mechanic DIMY. He reassures me. I'll give it a go, today was an unfinished business, tomorrow I need one more ride!