Breakfast was bread and cheese, then hit the road south. To the ferry at Helsinburg for Denmark, bright sunshine, the sun low in the sky behind me. Leap frogging the journey to Jutland with Roland. Coffee and chat as we stop for refuelling both vehicles. The big guy is heading back to Germany to work. Thousands of German trees to fell, and a big Swedish lumberjack to do it. For me, homeward bound. Home that is an illusive concept.
Tea time for an Englishman and I reach Esbjerg. A warning light illuminates on Darwin's dashboard. A symbol I am not familiar with. Waiting in line to be loaded onto the North Sea car ferry and I have time to read the manual. Exhaust system problem, go to a dealer. Apollo Auto on Monday then.
Being greeted by a 5ft blue parrot capering, is not a good sign as I emerge into the passenger accommodation from the car deck. I already had my suspicions. I couldn't get out of me car for parents slowly unloading little kids form their 4 x 4s. The crossing is a kindergarden run!! Later in the bar the musician stops playing in the face of overwhelming decibels from the goblin hoard, led by a jolly pirate.
Question: Why are pirates cool? Because they Harr!!
Mummy and daddy deposit their three pre-schools with the blood chilling invitation to go run around and have fun in the Columbus cocktail lounge. No chance they will go to bed early, so I do. Grumpy old bugger that I am. (PS: If not mother tongue English and translating, Old bugger is not to be taken literally. It doesn't work that way.
How I hate the travelling public.
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