We had a long drive north today of about 580kms. So we scheduled a stopover at Roskilde on the way. Unfortunately the weather was pretty ‘hit and miss’ with showers and intermittent sunshine, and Murphy’s Law was dictating that it rained when we stopped and shone when we were driving.
We had a bit of a browse around the town of Roskilde and wound our way down to the waterfront by the Viking Ship Museum to have our lunch. We didn’t go through the museum, but we found that you can see quite a bit of what they have to offer as it is outside. They have workshops where they construct replica Viking boats based on the remains that they have found and they take groups out on the water. There is also the boat there that they sailed to Ireland and back. Very cool. A lot of very interesting information. It is at this point that we have to say that all this was situated in a large corner of a public park with no fences, gates, or ticket monitors. Because as we crossed the little bridge to leave we saw a little sign that said ‘valid ticket holders only permitted’, and then we saw that these signs had been scattered around. Oppps! We just saw most of the museum without paying.
From here we took the trek north, and there is nothing really to say about that, except that for the first time on our travels we started playing games in the car to keep ourselves occupied like ‘I spy’ and a few others that we invented along the way. This is what the Danes have driven us to.
We arrived in Strandby fairly late in the day, well after the supermarket had closed, which isn’t saying much for this part of the world. We still haven’t got used to the way that everything closes so early. So after checking in, we went for a stroll around the village and grabbed the only thing that was available for dinner … burgers and chips. OK we did have a choice, it was either that or a hotdog.
While we were eating, we found ourselves sitting in the middle of a small town showdown. We don’t know exactly what was happening, but is seemed that someone and his family were hanging around one of the fishing boats at the far end of the wharf from the burger joint. Our impression was that these people had had a falling out, as there were secretive conversations, hurried phone calls, cars racing off in all directions, people watching each other from each end of the wharf. It was almost like a scene from an old western, all we needed was the tumbleweed.
Anyway back to our B&B, it was run by a lovely, well traveled couple, who did everything that they could to make our stay comfortable. It seems to be common for the owners of these B&Bs to be well traveled themselves, and it certainly makes for interesting conversations.
We had a bit of a browse around the town of Roskilde and wound our way down to the waterfront by the Viking Ship Museum to have our lunch. We didn’t go through the museum, but we found that you can see quite a bit of what they have to offer as it is outside. They have workshops where they construct replica Viking boats based on the remains that they have found and they take groups out on the water. There is also the boat there that they sailed to Ireland and back. Very cool. A lot of very interesting information. It is at this point that we have to say that all this was situated in a large corner of a public park with no fences, gates, or ticket monitors. Because as we crossed the little bridge to leave we saw a little sign that said ‘valid ticket holders only permitted’, and then we saw that these signs had been scattered around. Oppps! We just saw most of the museum without paying.
From here we took the trek north, and there is nothing really to say about that, except that for the first time on our travels we started playing games in the car to keep ourselves occupied like ‘I spy’ and a few others that we invented along the way. This is what the Danes have driven us to.
We arrived in Strandby fairly late in the day, well after the supermarket had closed, which isn’t saying much for this part of the world. We still haven’t got used to the way that everything closes so early. So after checking in, we went for a stroll around the village and grabbed the only thing that was available for dinner … burgers and chips. OK we did have a choice, it was either that or a hotdog.
While we were eating, we found ourselves sitting in the middle of a small town showdown. We don’t know exactly what was happening, but is seemed that someone and his family were hanging around one of the fishing boats at the far end of the wharf from the burger joint. Our impression was that these people had had a falling out, as there were secretive conversations, hurried phone calls, cars racing off in all directions, people watching each other from each end of the wharf. It was almost like a scene from an old western, all we needed was the tumbleweed.
Anyway back to our B&B, it was run by a lovely, well traveled couple, who did everything that they could to make our stay comfortable. It seems to be common for the owners of these B&Bs to be well traveled themselves, and it certainly makes for interesting conversations.
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