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Once there lived a man in Hamburg who murdered some ladies and cut them into pieces and finally put them into bags before storing them. In memory of this man named Fritz Honka I dismantle my old lady and put the pieces into a bag and take the train to Hamburg. My friend Joga lives there with his family. Next day we want to drive to the danish border for a 3 day cycling trip around the island Fyn.
We learn a lot about Denmark:
Denmark is not flat.
Denmark is windy.
Very windy.
The wind is stinky because the danes are farming a lot of pigs. A very lot. Everywhere. Even at the beach and on the ferry the wind stinks like shit.
Denmark is a hard place for veggies.

The next day we plan a shortcut by train to avoid the heavy headwind. For those mates in the alps: headwind means you are going out of the saddle on a flat countryroad to keep the speed of 6 km/h. You are sweating heavy but the clothes dry instantly. Seagulls accompany you standing in the wind like you. We have no time for buying tickets and end up having some discussion with the officials, but we are charming so no punishment. This day gives us some tailwind so we decide to have some beer on the way for compensation. At night we stay in Middelfart. Yes, the Danes use the word fart a lot. It describes the smell on the island very well.

Last day brings us to some nice places, again we have to master the stinky wind and do some shortcuts on these endless roads through the hell of the veggies. Was a great bromance …