The final frontier
Bright and early I retrieved the bikes and we had a quick coffee before hitting the road, with only Bremen and Hamburg in our way before the Danish border.
We had to stop at the services to find out that our cooker still wasn’t sorted at Scotland Road, which added unwelcome stress to our trip.
There were some very efficient German roadworks but the journey was simple and quick.
Ironically, the problems began as we crossed the border into Denmark.
We all cheered as we passed the European flag with ‘Denmark’ in the middle of it. Then we groaned as we got snarled up in a queue of traffic.
This was the first of three accidents and traffic jams before Aarhus. By now it was Friday early closing time so the traffic was predictably bad.
We passed roadside offices with empty car parks. Everyone seemed to be on our road.
Because I knew Aarhus a bit, I decided to go through the city. Which was a bad move as we got directed down to the docks.
Down there, the roads are a bit confusing. So it was a pretty bad time to drive down the wrong side of the road under a railway bridge facing an oncoming container truck, I admit.
Having survived this, we encountered a concrete block across the road near Dokk 1 (a big new building on the waterfront). So it was a u-turn and time to drive uptown and across to Risskov by a rather circuitous route.
Risskov was very familiar to me and there were even bits of town that Sarah and Daisy remembered from their one time there.
Finally, we trundled along the coast road. The sun was shining and the Baltic looked blue and calm.
All the planning was over. Haegvej was under our tyre tracks. This was our new home.