{"id":105495,"date":"2015-04-28T08:52:59","date_gmt":"2015-04-28T07:52:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.com\/?p=105495"},"modified":"2021-12-10T21:36:13","modified_gmt":"2021-12-10T20:36:13","slug":"tuesday-april-28th-2015-vildmose-south-has-29-km","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ponyanddogtrip.nl\/en\/tuesday-april-28th-2015-vildmose-south-has-29-km\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday April 28th 2015. Vildmose, South of Has, 29 km"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Natuurgebied\u00a0\u00a0Natural reserve Tofte Skov close to which I camped
\n\"Gratis<\/a>
\nFree camping place with 3 bivaque cabins and a fireplace and a tap<\/p>\n

\"Koud,\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 \"Warm<\/p>\n

Cold evening so I made a fire. Chopped wood was available\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One side warm, the other side cold and everything stinking of smoke<\/p>\n

\"Bivakhut\u00a0\u00a0Bivaque cabin\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 \"Kijkje<\/p>\n

Inside the cabin<\/p>\n

\"Close\u00a0\u00a0Close up of the possible lily. Looks like an orchid but it isn’t. Many of those here\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 \"Lijkt\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"Zilverzandgroeve?\"\u00a0Digging silver sand for glass industry??\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\"Beheerster<\/p>\n

Swiss chef of camping with girl friend this morning<\/p>\n

\"Mooie\u00a0\u00a0Nice walking on old train trail \"Uitlopend\u00a0Woods start becoming green \"Nog<\/a>\u00a0many anemones\u00a0\"Er
\nA roe deer leg is the best there is<\/p>\n

\"Of\u00a0\u00a0Or a pig’s bone\u00a0 \"Of\u00a0This dog unhappy?\u00a0\"image\" Driveway to a castle\/farm Kongstedlund\u00a0 <\/a>\u00a0 \"Ik The eatable vineyard snail. I thought our Limburg region\u00a0was the most Northern place in Europe
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\n\"Een Some kind of lily I see here more often, but which one?<\/p>\n

I had very good night\u00a0in the caravan. <\/span>With Tosca at my side. <\/span>A mattress, a quilt, my sleeping bag, underwear and flannel shirt and thus we\u00a0passed the freezing night well.
\n<\/span>In the “community space” I ate my sandwiches\u00a0together with a German couple who cycled around Jutland. <\/span>They were both 50 plus. Why? <\/span>He liked\u00a0long-distance tour biking\u00a0and fortunately his wife wanted\u00a0to join him once in a while. <\/span>He rode a few times Paris-Best-Paris. <\/span>Hey Hubert (brother in law), something for you? <\/span>For us?
\nI still had to <\/span>return the bicycle key to the caretaker, Mary.\u00a0She<\/span> advised me not to\u00a0walk the coastal route, which I had planned: much traffic all over. <\/span>I indeed lost interest. <\/span>Follow the North Sea Cycle Route. <\/span>Passing through beautiful landscape, and there is no traffic. <\/span>Good idea. <\/span>Only, then I have to revise today’s route. <\/span>Instead of 15 km. <\/span>it ‘ll be over 29 km., a few wooden tractor cabs along the cycle path, with no amenities, or 34 km. <\/span>to a camping a little further away. <\/span>We’ll see. <\/span>On verra.
\n<\/span>I made a selfy with\u00a0camping desk officer,\u00a0Swiss Mary,\u00a0who <\/span>understands Dutch after her 22 months stay in\u00a0Friesland <\/span> . <\/span>Her girlfriend also in the selfy.\u00a0Still some <\/span>fun, huh. <\/span>Indeed, today was a beautiful route with good sunny weather, although the wind\u00a0was chilly.
\n<\/span>Tosca found another deer leg. It probably <\/span>was the deer paw\u00a0of Denmark’s\u00a0last deer of which we found part of the other remains\u00a0yesterday. Maybe<\/span>Tosca yesterday\u00a0found the last specimen in Denmark,\u00a0or did\u00a0the animal finally collaps after walking a day or so on 3 feet? <\/span>Qui sas.\u00a0When Tosca also found <\/span>\u00a0a vertebra Tosca’s day was\u00a0a great\u00a0success. <\/span>The path followed mostly an old railway or tramway trail. <\/span>Beautiful rolling green and peaceful scenery. <\/span>A lot of spring bloom. <\/span>Many times I saw a kind of lily\u00a0at the side of the road\u00a0and a blue flower, looking like an orchid, but it was not. <\/span>I made some pictures. <\/span>Vast fields of wild garlic, not yet in bloom, but\u00a0it made the whole area smell\u00a0of garlic. <\/span>I passed the beautiful castle \/ mansion of Kongstedlund, but\u00a0because of\u00a0all the vegetation around it I could not take a picture of it. <\/span>On the way I spotted my first live deer\u00a0in Denmark. <\/span>I came through a sort of Danish Oostvaardersplassen (natural reserve) called Tofte Skov, near my present campsite. <\/span>A herd of\u00a0wild Polish Konik horses, a herd of the 60-70 years ago newly bred aurochs, the so-called Heck cattle,\u00a0grazed on a very large flat grassy plain. <\/span>It was all so beautiful that I wanted to film it:\u00a0 putting down my backpack,\u00a0getting the video camera out of the bags,\u00a0putting that down,\u00a0oh darn, battery empty. Packing the m<\/span>ovie camera again,\u00a0picking up the back pack\u00a0again. Shit<\/span>, because if I stay tonight\u00a0in the outdoor\u00a0bivouac huts, I have of course no power to charge the battery, so tomorrow no possibility to film. <\/span>It ran so smoothly today, I did not want to stop for lunch.\u00a0Only at<\/span>\u00a04 pm\u00a0<\/span>I\u00a0finally ate my first a sandwich,\u00a0had\u00a0a Coke and on again.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

At the bivouac wooden huts, 3 pieces, like large coffins, was a\u00a0water tap\u00a0and a “sjietes” (old fashioned little cabin\u00a0with\u00a0a board to sit on to shit).
\n<\/span>Time for a dirty story. A family couldn’t find <\/span>grandfather. Ever<\/span>yone searching.\u00a0But<\/span> Grandpa was not in or around the house. <\/span>Eventually they pulled the door of the “sjietes”, you know, a door with a heart in it !, and looked at the bumm of a bent over grandfather g<\/span>randpa. Grandpa, what are you doing? <\/span>I dropped my false teeth. <\/span>You won’t find it.\u00a0Don’t say so<\/span>, Grandpa replied. <\/span>I’ve already found two, but they did not fit!
\n<\/span>Well, such\u00a0“sjietes” I got here too. <\/span>Fortunately, I have no false teeth, thanks to the care of\u00a0befriended dentist\u00a0Paul.
\n<\/span>Because it is already 6 p.m. when I arrive at my paradise. <\/span>is, I decided to goto sleep in such a loft. <\/span>Probably better than the tent, very cheap and tomorrow\u00a0will be\u00a0a new day. <\/span>To be sure, I had done my shopping this afternoon at the only store I encountered on the way, so I can forward till tomorrow. <\/span>Gotta\u00a0drag that\u00a0weight along, but o.k, that’s the way I want it, right ???
\n<\/span>I made a campfire, because it gets\u00a0quite cold,\u00a0under the cloudy sky. <\/span>The bad thing\u00a0of a campfire is, you’re hot at one side, and freezing at the other side, you stink of smoke and everything gets dirty\u00a0black, especially with an affectionate dog who always wants to make love and\u00a0presents his filthy paw. <\/span>And I can not punish her for being nice of course. <\/span>She does not understand. <\/span>With a partner that is more clear.
\n<\/span>A little blogging, checking\u00a0tomorrow’s route,\u00a0diner and roosting early like the chickens. <\/span>I\u00a0am good\u00a0at my\u00a0schedule, I feel good, I am almost in Norway, of which I have high expectations. <\/span>So it \/ I\u00a0 go smoothly. <\/span>Some\u00a0to and fro SMSing with Dutch biker Ad Hendriks, whom I met a few days ago. <\/span>He was on his\u00a0way to\u00a0Norwegian friends in Stavanger. <\/span>Would be nice if we would\u00a0meet again, but we’re going to miss each other probably just one day when crossing the sea from Denmark to Norway.
\n<\/span>A long phone call with\u00a0Paul and O, who, along with my girlfriend Sonja, which whom\u00a0I have been married since decades, will come and\u00a0join me in\u00a0about 12 days. That is the Olavsweg, a 640 km. <\/span>long pilgrims road\u00a0in Norway, from Oslo to Trondheim. I a<\/span>lso made telephone appointments for a single-day visit to daughter Marieke, who lives in\u00a0the South of\u00a0Norway. <\/span>From my pitch-dark, cold coffin, at 9 am. <\/span>a phone call to\u00a0my other\u00a0daughter Lil and her\u00a0Ralf, how her pregnancy is going and the renovation of the house. <\/span>Finally, a call with goodnight wishes to the home front and the eyes were closed.
\n<\/span>Isebisebamen, hands together, eyes closed.\u00a0That’s how<\/span>\u00a0we go to heaven. Sonja’s children’s lullaby.
\n<\/span>Dear Jesus,\u00a0I go to\u00a0sleep, because the day is over again, but first I want to ask You, dear Jesus bless me. <\/span>Also bless my dear parents, bless all whom I love. Under Your loyal guard\u00a0Your child will quietly fall asleep. <\/span>My children’s evening prayer, which rhimes in Dutch. <\/span>But the\u00a0prayer doesn’t help me\u00a0tonight! <\/span>I lie cold and hard.<\/span><\/p>\n

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