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title: 'A fresh feeling'
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Do you think showering twice in one day counts as pre-showering for the days ahead? I’ll let you know in a couple of days. But the morning started clean — freshness and mist in the air, and my body fully recovered after being pushed hard. Another 80km, which leaves about 140km to go.
Goal change: finish the route early and carry on down the east coast. My train back leaves from Aalborg (not the far north anyway), and I don’t mind more of Denmark.
The legs felt rested and just kept plowing through. I glanced at the navigation and 50km was already done — I’d even cycled past Bulbjerg. Too far to turn back, alas. I powered up with another triple-shot canned espresso (I feel genuinely bad for liking this stuff as a coffee aficionado, but it works), and before I knew it I was at my home for the night.
Then: my first dinner ever cooked on my little camp stove. Tonight’s menu — first course, pan-fried tomatoes with herbes de Provence and smoky salt: honestly delish, well worth bringing back for a dinner party at home. Main was a tuna pasta with herbs and smoky salt — that one was fine. And for dessert, gas-grilled marshmallows: my poor, not-so-outdoorsy, lazy man’s version of a campfire roast. Three courses on one tiny burner. Now I’m satisfied and heading to bed to charge up for tomorrow.