Finding Jilly and the road to the Goose Tower in Vordingborg

Day 9 Wednesday 1st June 2016 – Ishøj to Vordingborg 58 miles

A night to forget! Restless sleeping and worrying about Jilly, the garmin. This is the first stress in the entire trip so far! Losing the garmin was a strange prospect as I was so used to following the plotted route. Some hardcore cycling tourers might say using a GPS to navigate is cheating while others can’t navigate without one. I’m halfway in the augment. Although I can happily tour with just a map and compass,  using a GPS means you have more time to enjoy the ride, countryside and culture, which is the main point of travelling for me. I normally have a large scale map for planning and a GPS for the actual route and close detail.
After a looking a few more times in the toilets for Jilly (the garmin) to see if it had magically reappeared again, I went to the reception as soon as it was open. Walking in and before I could tell the kind lady about my trouble, she said “hi,hi! Are you the cyclist? I found this device!” Of course, it was Jilly, I had never been so glad to see her.
Somebody using the toilets and heard it beeping, so has given it into the reception, maybe thinking it was some kind explosive device or similar. The receptionist had even plugged it back in,  so it was fully charged and ready to navigate.

Troubles aside, it was starting to be a sunny day!

Having waked up early, I took the most of it and left the campsite fairly promptly, getting away from the dramas! However as I was trying to leave one of the bolts attaching the rear rack to the bike had come loose. On further inspection the hole has been threaded, making the bolt completely useless. As it was the side with the cassette on, it wasn’t possible to add a nut on the end otherwise it would hit the chain. This is why, when cycle touring you need to carry a few bits and pieces.
I had some wire so putting it round a few times, it was good as new (albeit a bit squeaky) and held the rack in place. Finally, I could leave.

The culprit! Wire attaching the rack to the bike after being threaded

On seeing an artisan bakery shop, I popped in and chose some tasty looking bread and pastrys. To my dismay, they were the first shop to reject my card, apparently only taking Danish cards. The service stations range of bread were no way near as nice, but still, they were Danish!

Another stunning day

As the days go on, my legs feel better and better at the longer days. The distance I had done before, but doing continously and with a heavy load can take its toll. However, today I felt as if I was flying along! The roads were flat and smooth. I was following the road 151, and the map showed it as very straight. But I wasn’t prepared for this!
The road was so long and straight, you could follow it for miles and miles. Luckily the cycle path veered off to the left, something I was very glad about. Cycling without needed to touch the handlebars to steer, can get very boring!

Danish roads that just keep going on and on...

I arrived in Vordingborg and the sun was still shining strongly,  around 28°C.  Vordingborg has a large remains of Vordingborg castle (I have just realised that ‘borg’ means castle!). It is the second largest remains of a caslte in Denmark. The Goose Tower is the only part that is still visible, with 3.5 meters deep at the bottom, but only 75cm at the top. The castle was constructed by Valdemar Atterdag around 1363-65 and was the largest royal castle in the middle ages.

'The Goose Tower' in Vordingborg

Moving on from historic matters, I soon found a campsite, next to the sea. But they certainly didn’t charge for the sea view, as it only cost around £7, including a bottle of beer!

Local Maribo beer

I was at the fridge looking at the different types, in the end I went with the cheapest option but was congratulated by the shopkeeper. Maribo was a local beer, made in the next door county.

Rest time!

It was another beautiful evening, being able to enjoy my pasta sitting on the pier, watching the sun set over the sea and slip slowly behind the conifer trees on the horizon.

Supper can't get much better than this!

Washing up my bowls and I met a very interesting Danish man, who’s english was great, especially when imitating the royal family! He had relations everywhere, from Perth, Australia to China to Sweden and America. After giving me a lecture of the local history and about the Vordingborg castle, he was shocked I hadn’t heard much about the Danish royal family. “How can you not have heard of it? It’s the oldest monchy in the world!” He went on to cover all of the Queens children, her grandchildren and so on.  Feeling a bit confused with all the facts about the Danish queen, Frederick and other members, I almost went straight to sleep as my head hit my makeshift pillow of clothes.

Going, going, gone
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Hi, My name is Ceri! I started this blog to share my love of cycling. This comes in all sorts from solo tours to race report! Keep pedalling!
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