Another surprise was awaiting me at my arrival in Denmark! Last Tuesday at around 7:30 am Danish time, the ship Norrøna finally berthed at Hanstholm, a harbour village on the northern tip of the Jutland peninsula. It was already very hot, and it was going to be around 30 degrees Celsius. With all my stuff on my shoulders, plus a nice 6-pack selection of Føroya Bjór (the only Faroese beer) for my dear hosts, I walked up on a hill from the harbour onto the main road. There I immediately found a ride to the small town of Thisted, where I got lost, because I wasn't dropped off on the road again, but at the work place of the girl that gave me a ride. It took me almost an hour and a good load of luck to reach a good spot to start hitching again, because the main road to Århus was far and it was hard for cars to pull over on the street I was on. But a nice lady stopped and asked me if I needed help when I wasn't even lifting my thumb up, but rather trying to reach a petrol station. She brought me to the main road, and another lady who told me she was a breeder of weird little fur animals took me a bit further on the road. Two rides more and I was in Århus at around 1 pm, very nice timing for having lost myself and gone further mostly with small rides. Although it is not as easy to hitch-hike as in Iceland or other places I've seen, people are extremely friendly and helpful. I got rides pretty easily, and enjoying the beautiful and idyllic Jutlandish countryside, where you find nice little wagons with potatoes, berries and herbs on the side of the street, with nobody there, and people can just take what they need and chip the money into a box or a bucket. This is really another world to me. The pastor at the parish where I live now with my friends is a nice 27-years-old girl, daughter of the former bishop, and she was even younger when she was appointed that parish. This is really another world!Anyway, when I got dropped off on Århus outer ringroad, I wanted to reach the road south to Skanderborg, where my friends and hosts live. But the area was further into the city than I thought, so it seemed very hard to find a ride there, and started looking at the bus stops, when suddenly... someone drove pass me shouting "Ciao bello!", and it was my pal Colin with my hosts, who hadn't read my message saying that I was coming that day rather than the following, and were thus going on a road trip to some dolmens and megalithic tombs in the region of Djursland. I joined them and finally reached their home in the evening. Once again, great trip, great whether and great people. Finally all shops have (unexpensive) alcohol (unlike Iceland and the Faroes), people are relaxed and sunbathe in public parks almost naked, and there are even associations of women who advocate that swimming topless should be allowed in swimming pools just as it is allowed on all beaches. This is a really beautiful country. Pictures to come.
See original: 
