Cycling through the entirety of Denmark – Part 2

All right, good morning. It’s day two. I just got to get my bike packed and then uh I’m off again. It’s been a very nice day here with the Victor. He’s been taking care of me. He made food for me. He sang my good night song so I could sleep. But now it’s time to become an adult again and be on my own and pay my insurance because that’s what adults do. They pay insurance and then they pay uh they pay loans. So better get going. [Music] [Music] As you can see, I am once again off. The Danish gods have gifted me by the the great weather of Denmark. It’s windy. It’s very rainy. It’s pretty cold. And that is very good for Danish standards. So, I will I really won’t complain at all. As I said in the last video, the goal for day two was cycling around 100 km until I reached a very particular forest on this island. However, before that goal could be reached, I would have to cross the barren and honestly just kind of boring landscape of Len. My next goal was therefore the small town of Nakco. Situated around 50 km from Nel. This was definitely going to take a couple hours of cycling. [Music] Seriously, one of the most relaxing things you can do is just riding your bike through a beautiful forest field, whatever you call this. Uh just relaxing, you know, just taking it easy, not stressing about your daily life, not stressing about anything. Just enjoying yourself and uh and the nature around you. [Music] You see that? That is Knox. Woo. Knox is the first. I don’t know. It’s the first big city. I guess there’ll be many more to come. My body’s in extreme pain right now. I will spare you the details, but it is hurting, man. Having now cycled my way to Knox, it just about marked the halfway point of the day. In Knox, I took a well-earned break before continuing the bike trip. As you might have noticed, I am slowly running out of solid land mass by going west. And so, I would soon need another mode of transportation if I wanted to make it to the island of Lang. Goodbye, Nico. See you never. See you. See you. Bye-bye. [Music] Welcome to the middle of nowhere, Denmark. We are actually in the middle of nowhere. Pretty interesting place to be. That’s my furry. Let’s see. Let’s see if I can get it. If I can catch it. As you can see, I was just able to catch the next ferry to Langallet. Proud of my accomplishments so far, I did what any ordinary cyclist would do. I just continued cycling. I felt good for a while. Then I remembered that I was still in Denmark. And if there’s one thing any Danish person can agree with, it’s that no matter which direction you ride, there’s always a headwind. This was of course something I had the pleasure of enjoying the last 12 km of the day. [Music] [Music] Welcome to my kitchen. You’re wondering why are you so far up, Alex? I thought I thought you were 2 m tall, not not four. Well, I’m probably 4 m tall, but um I found some kind of like huntsman hunting watchtowwer or whatever where they shoot the poor animals and I’ve decided to make a kitchen out of it. As you can see, I’ve got my beautiful dinner almost ready. I’m just boiling some water. We’ve got some uh tortillini, extremely good uh food. Our second meal will be some uh delicious hummus with with bread. My that’s just my favorite meal, dude. For dessert, of course, we’ll be eating some peanuts because who doesn’t love peanuts, right? You can see my camp back there somewhere. Hopefully, I won’t be spotted. My legs have not all that happy with the day, but I’m feeling pretty happy. And uh yeah, let’s see what happens tomorrow. As the end of day two came its way, I began preparing myself for the trip to come. My dad has always told me that when you’re on a hiking or a biking trip, day three marks the day you feel the most exhausted. The body has simply not yet gotten used to being on the move all day. In the next video, you’ll see whether or not this applied to me. On day three, I could expect around 116 km of cycling. The mission was to cross the entire island of F and find a campsite in the cozy city of Middleart. Yes, we have a city in Denmark called Middleart. The name originates from the word Melar, which means the waters you travel between. Once again, uses really have a sparking creativity without naming conventions. Thanks for watching. Stay tuned for part three.