So I headed to Denmark for the world’s first ever Electric Enduro. Run mostly using Quantya bikes, and run in conjunction with the slightly controversial Eco conference, I feel this was by far the best thing that happened in Copenhagen over the two weeks…
As my road trips go this is by far the least eventful. Choosing to drive the 1600km journey to the flatlands of Denmark due to my lack of ability to hire a car and my limited funds, to contemplate doing so any way we managed to get to my friends house in Veijle without drama. The next day we headed over to Faxe, Sjælland we did manage to find our campsite based accommodation despite some rather spurious Danish directions. From here we followed some equally dodgy directions to try and find the main base for the race. My aim was to not try and find this place in the dark, because not being Danish or being able to read Danish it was not going to make life easy. But between my accomplice Simon, his flat Blackberry and my slightly knackered phone, we managed to call and ask our way to the correct place.
Following the race around Sjælland for the next three days was still remarkably uneventfull, my only gripe being the desperately cold weather and black skies. All it amounted to was a breaking out of the 16-35mm and my trusty 580 Speedlight. Damn I need another of those!
We had opted to spend a few days back in Veijle with our friend Mette, whom I was best mates with back in college. We didn’t really have much planed but it turned out to be a fantastic few days, made none the less more awesome by the 30cm+ of snow the happened to drop over northern Europe over night. Being British based we assumed it’d be gone after a day or two. WRONG. Like seriously wrong. In-fact I feel wrong may be doing the snow fall an injustice. Come leaving day we scraped the 15cm of fresh over night snow fall off the car, defrosted her and headed off into the abyss pretending to some kind of dodgy anglo-australian-gangstar rendition of Marcus Gronholm. We rounded most bends side ways and “in-control” for the two days previous and it was until I buried my precious 306 in a snow drift I decided to calm it and just get home.
The next 1,000km went by without issue, other than some black ice in Belgium which made me go all six pence-half a crown and caused Si to do some shouting. The problems with roadways really only seem to happen in the UK, in fact the only traffic jam in two weeks we were away happened when a truck didn’t like his side of the French motoway. But that was understandable. Back on the M20 toward London however and the snow had put the country in reverse. An 8 truck crash going th other way, somehow brought the North bound to a standstill and as the regular travel report riled me all the more by assuring me my side of the road was moving at normal speed. I contemplate the sanity of British folk sometimes…
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