August 18 (typed on the morning of the 19th)
When last i wrote, i was wet and cold in a cafe on a fjord. We got a room in the town and slept a lot. Now, all of everything we’ve got that’s fabric and not on our bodies is at the laundrymat. At the end, we hope for clean dry everything. Before washing, everything smelled like wet dog. We washed the dog, so she smells ok, but we weren’t smelling so good.
I bought a bike map at the tourist office. It has hotels and campgrounds listed. I don’t know how accurate it is. The tourist office guy said it was ok. It doesn’t list the phantom lodging from our first night in denmark, so i have high hopes.
Nicole’s moral is low. I think having dry stuff will help. Water resistance is only so good against a biblical-seeming downpour.
Day 18 continued
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