{"id":105471,"date":"2015-04-27T14:40:40","date_gmt":"2015-04-27T13:40:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.com\/?p=105471"},"modified":"2016-09-18T21:22:30","modified_gmt":"2016-09-18T20:22:30","slug":"sunday-april-27th-2015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.nl\/en\/sunday-april-27th-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday April 27th 2015 Aarhus – Randers 40 km."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Het<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"Hier\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\"Tosca<\/p>\n

The kind of CD’s my room mate always watches\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Here many grill snackbars, like in the Nl French fries\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tosca finds rests of a roe deer<\/p>\n

\"Mmmmm,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"Zo\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"Uitzicht\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"Aankomst<\/p>\n

I love it. Leg of a roe deer\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This is how I’ve been walking lately\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 View from a bench at the side of the road\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Arrival in Randers<\/p>\n

\"Heel\u00a0Quite modern center of Randers. Was it destroyed in the war?<\/p>\n

Going back to my arrival last night at the youth hostel in Aarhus. <\/span>I\u00a0enter my room: 6 bunk beds. <\/span>In two of\u00a0those people\u00a0were sleeping, at about 3:30 pm. <\/span>One looked like a southern type, the other a young, blond, pasty guy. <\/span>Nobody said anything.\u00a0All right with me.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Weird that there is a large screen\u00a0on the table in the small room, with a movie about some\u00a0alien force\u00a0on the screen. <\/span>I\u00a0spread out\u00a0my stuff, put all the electronic devices\u00a0in the sockets, give Tosca food and drinks, do some infrastructuring on the I-path and go\u00a0shopping. <\/span>Aarhus is a port town. <\/span>The crack is the eateries and nightlife and it was very crowded everywhere. <\/span>So here life seems\u00a0good. <\/span>Finally back in my room,\u00a0two persons are\u00a0still lying motionless in their nest, but,\u00a0while I am fuzzing around a little,\u00a0the young guy who seems to Danish,\u00a0got up from the bed\u00a0restlessly, went back <\/span>to bed, left the room, came back, everything without saying anything. <\/span>I thought, what\u00a0kind of\u00a0stiff people is this. <\/span>Well,\u00a0who cares? <\/span>I shower and, considering the long next\u00a0day to come I went to sleep\u00a0at 9.30\u00a0pm<\/span>. <\/span>Apparently the wake up\u00a0alarm for the Dane.\u00a0When<\/span> I go to sleep, he\u00a0 turns on the lamp\u00a0at his bed, so that the bright light illuminates the entire room.\u00a0He\u00a0watches his<\/span>\u00a0screen and starts\u00a0watching fight movies for hours,\u00a0fortunately in silence. <\/span>Outside, right under our window, turned out to be\u00a0some public place, bursting with people, making a\u00a0noice like a public market, but O.K., I fell asleep anyway. <\/span>Suddenly, late at night, I wake up\u00a0and hear someone\u00a0shouting from one of the other\u00a0beds.\u00a0Turn of<\/span>\u00a0the light, be quiet, followed by some swear words and ”\u00a0you\u00a0not social”, all addressing the Dane. <\/span>The light actually went out and I fell asleep again. <\/span>The\u00a0noise from the bar or restaurant\u00a0under our open window continued. At <\/span>02:30\u00a0at night <\/span>I\u00a0wake up\u00a0again, this time because, again a\u00a0southern type of guy is\u00a0yelling at me. <\/span>Apparently I was lying in his bed. <\/span>I say, how can I know? <\/span>There was nothing in or on the bed. <\/span>He again: you can still see that\u00a0someone slept in it. <\/span>That counts for all\u00a0the beds I said. <\/span>Of course he could have just\u00a0taken another bed, but not\u00a0in the mood to cause\u00a0more\u00a0trouble with such an\u00a0excitable guy\u00a0(alcohol?) in the middle of the night, I climbed into another bed. <\/span>I\u00a0didn’t care a bit\u00a0and I fell asleep again immediately.\u00a0Until<\/span> again some\u00a0moments later the Dane rolls up the blind\u00a0to shut the window because of the noise outside. <\/span>This\u00a0action itself made a lot of noise too. <\/span>What kind of moran is this Dane?? <\/span>The now closed window also had another disadvantage, because I had turned on the\u00a0heating to dry my washed underwear. <\/span>Now there was less noise, but we went\u00a0crazy\u00a0 of the heat. <\/span>At 6.30 a.m.\u00a0I had to go to the bathroom. <\/span>I dragged my backpack and stuff\u00a0right away to the hallway,\u00a0 packed up everything without disturbing the others.\u00a0The strange Dane<\/span>\u00a0proves to be roaming around the hallway too, saying that the bringing\u00a0my stuff out of the room had not been necessary, and\u00a0 with a lot of noise he enters the bedroom again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Half an hour too early\u00a0I was in the breakfast room. Th<\/span>at Danish\u00a0weirdo is there\u00a0there too. <\/span>We sit together. <\/span>He asks me, did you sleep well? <\/span>Because of that noise outside, he meant. <\/span>He wanted to help us, by closing the window with a lot of noise. <\/span>He did not realize that he was at least as disturbing as\u00a0the bar noise. <\/span>I am now much used to noise, I explain to him. <\/span>So I ask, whether he’s on vacation here. <\/span>No, he says. <\/span>I was in a shelter for the homeless, but\u00a0I hated the use of lime\u00a0and drugs. <\/span>Now he was posted here, waiting\u00a0what “society” would\u00a0arrange for him next. <\/span>Now I understood. <\/span>In these centers is everything: displaced persons, homeless people, asylum seekers, homeless with a dog, like me and sometimes vacationers. Just b<\/span>ecause I\u00a0am looking for the cheapest place to stay.
\n<\/span>Today a day similar to yesterday. Up\u00a0in the morning at 7.45.\u00a0A little<\/span>\u00a0cold,\u00a0nice weather during the day, constantly\u00a0on the road (see photo), although I still could let Tosca run around free rather often. P<\/span>hoto. <\/span>On Sunday morning, there is hardly any traffic. <\/span>Tosca found a roll, later a\u00a0thrown away\u00a0bag still full of shawarma, then a meat sandwich, and finally a real deer leg: probably been hit by a car\u00a0and likely the last one\u00a0in Denmark, because\u00a0here in Denmark I don’t see any, while in Germany I saw them daily<\/span>. <\/span>Photo. <\/span>I had not brought a drink for this long day.\u00a0One has to drag that all day<\/span>. <\/span>Along the way were some gas stations and I was then drinking. <\/span>Photo.
\n<\/span>Randers is a city\u00a0at the water. <\/span>The center is a totally modern, wide avenue, which might be nice if\u00a0it were more sunny and if there would be more fun boutiques and restaurants. <\/span>Now it made a rather dead impression. <\/span>Photo.
\nEven before 5 pm<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>I arrived at my youth hostel. <\/span>There was no manager. <\/span>The door was closed, but yesterday, when discussing on the\u00a0phone, I got the door code. <\/span>Room 18. It was indeed open. <\/span>Fine, a\u00a0room juist as little as\u00a0in the old days when I was a student, only with four bunk beds. <\/span>I feel at home.\u00a0<\/span>I\u00a0put Tosca\u00a0in the garden, because she was\u00a0absolutely\u00a0forbidden inside. <\/span>But if that administrator has not yet come\u00a0tonight, I’ll get Tosca inside anyway.
\nInspecting<\/span> the four-storey building I\u00a0meet three Syrian asylum seekers. <\/span>One speaks a little English. <\/span>They have been here from September.\u00a0They<\/span> immediately offer me\u00a0food\u00a0and I\u00a0accept a small pizza-like dish.\u00a0At<\/span> the top floor I find a couple of young Danes, possibly homeless again ?? <\/span>If I have time later I\u00a0will chat a bit with them, but I still have to take care of Tosca, find a cheap place to eat in town, finish my blog, make some calls and go\u00a0to bed early\u00a0etc. etc.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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