On Monday, September 27, I had an appointment in the port with Lynettens Baadservice, specialist here, in the Wallas Diesel Cooker which had not been operating since the last week spent in Iceland. The meeting was at 10:00; I left the store shortly after 2:00 pm after multiple functional tests. The dismantling of the boiler revealed the fouling by blackish debris, sand etc., moreover the glow plug was worn out by scale as well as the bottom mat which were replaced. I had decided to visit Copenhagen for two days; therefore I went to DCU Camping Absalon about 20 km from the city center.
Tuesday September 28 the Wallas Diesel Cooker expressed its dissatisfaction. I made up my mind to return to Lynettens Baadservice by 10:00 am store opening time in Denmark. After diagnosis it appeared that the exhaust under the truck was if not defective at least clogged. A small hole was drilled from which water and dust escaped with compressed air. After many tests, I left the workshop around 1:00 pm to return to the Absalon campsite where I extended my stay by two days planned for the visits.
On Wednesday September 29 I started the day by taking the S-train either according to the reception of the Absalon campsite 20 minutes, certainly for an unambiguous person, then switching it to the city center 15 minutes, plus the time to take the ticket at the machine in English and wait for the next train. I discovered the city center while strolling on the circuit proposed by Lonely Planet from the Nyhavn canal bordered by multicolored houses. The Kongens Nytorv square is bordered by the Det Kongelige Teater and the Magasin du Nord, a copy of the Bon Marché in Paris. The Christianborg Slot was next to the Thorvaldsens Museum. In a street leading to the Radhus topped with a belfry, a medieval house was on display. Students sat casually on the railing of the Town Hall. The Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek welcomed me to visit the rooms of French art, painting and sculpture, because I snubbed the other rooms. Walking towards Norreport Station, the Scientology Kirken building wiped me out with a stick in my head. The return to the campsite was made by the same path which lasted longer, fatigue obliges.
|Rodin, Le penseur|
Thursday September 30 I went to visit the Statens Museum for Kunst, again I focused on French painting and sculpture, rich in many works from the end of the 19th and the beginning of the 20th century, until the First World War. I crossed the other rooms exhibiting the works of European artists from previous centuries. Strangely, I don't see works by English painters like Constable, Gainsborough etc. Like the day before, the rain fell during my return to the campsite.
|Statens-Museum for Kunst|
Friday October 1, leaving Copenhagen, I went to discover the frescoes of four churches on the island of Mon. In order of visit, Stege, Keldby, Elmeunde, Fanefjord. The gallery shows five photos for each church, taken from the hundred or so taken. They describe, the New Testament, namely the life of Jesus. Certainly for Western disbelievers of all persuasions, the significance of the frescoes is unknown. I let the initiates discover some nuggets of one of the three religions said in the book that the others go their way to be, perhaps, rolled by the jihadists who will go to heaven for killing disbelievers
|Symbole de l'Église naissante|
On Saturday October 2, I regretfully left my solitary bivouac in Mons Klint after admiring a sunrise setting the overcast sky on fire. The morning was wet with freezing drizzle, a fleeting clearing that appeared in the early afternoon. I returned to the bivouac of the 18 km bridge connecting the island of Funen to Zealand.
|Mons Klint Sunrise||Houses at Klintholm Havn|
Sunday October 3 was a day's drive to approach Denmark's border with Germany with a stop en route in Svendborg for a photo of the port with a gigantic bridge in the background. I took a ferry in Bojden to leave Funen Island for Fysnhav on Als Island. After a tour around I bivouacked in the parking lot of the ferry port.
|Bridge from Fenen to Zealand|
|Ferry from Bojden to Fynshav|
Lundi 4 octobre je franchis la frontière du Danemark pour entrer en Allemagne, bien sûr pas de contrôle. Avant de stationner au Scandi Park j’allais au Wash Center pour faire la lessive de mes vêtements.