It's hard to leave good friends, but at 10.15 I succeed. As usual a bit of rain as I get started, but stops shortly after. I'm going uphill to Haar, pass Sandby to Hadsten, and then it should be straight to Randers.
It's not much cycling I've done in Jutland and never in this area. It's not nice to start the day with a climb and the climb to Haar is steep. And never so soon have I got up, then I go back down across a stream and then up again, and so it continues to Hadsten.
|On the road|
Here the road changes. It is a main road and the small steep hills have been replaced by some much softer. On the other hand they are longer 1-2 km. And this way I get through the beautifully hilly East Jutland to Randers. A fresh wind blows from the west, so I have it mostly from the side.
In Randers I find a bench in the center where I can sit in the sun, which is there from time to time. Lovely. I'm sitting looking at a beautiful old house with a Matas at the ground floor. There is a sharp mismatch between Matas big blue signs and the old masonry.
|Matas in Randers|
It's a long way up from Randers, but it was also far down. The landscape flares somewhat, and the fresh wind has not become less fresh. It's a somewhat uncomfortable road to go. No bicycle path. Much traffic. Some of the more inconvenient events include: A big counter-moving SUV pulls out - into my lane - to overtake. Despite my wawing arm it insists. And even though it's not exactly hitting me, it's very uncomfortable. And absolutely unnecessary. A car from behind, find it necessary to overtake a car with trailer that is already overtaking me, and finally the conscious provocation: A car from behind drives very close by at high speed. My winging arm, which normally never get a respond, get it for once. A hand comes out of the window with a gesture that can certainly only be interpreted as: Fuck you! So he wanted to see if I reacted.
|A break opposite Hadsund|
And this way time roll until I reach Hadsund and eat a soft ice. Oh, what a tast!
Then I hurry towards Als - that is, the town, not the island. Final tailwind. At that speed, the 6 km don't take long, and the road turns north goes along the coast, and the wind is back where it was.
When I reach the campsites where I had planned to sleep, I just check how far it will be tomorrow: 109 km. That's too much, so much against my wish I have to continue the 8-9 km to "Dokkedal Camping". I am now on my way to crossing Limfjorden by ferry at Egense - Hals and not by Aalborg.
There is not much shelter and a wind approaching gale, so the tent is fastened with a few extra ropes on one side. Apparently there is no mobile connection here.