27 June: Copenhagen to Fleninge, Sweden (43 miles; 164)

We met at 8:30 am and left our hotel shortly before 9 am. The day was overcast with the occasional drop of rain. We often avoid riding into or out of large cities, but departing Copenhagen was safe, direct, and flawless via their excellent bike lane system. Our route was mostly north, sea side, with a slight tail wind and overcast skies.

Tuborg sells 92 percent of the beer in Denmark, and this was near one of their breweries.

Helsinggor or Helsingbor? Whatever, the site of Hamlet's castle. 

Dog of the Day. Could have been Frankie's long lost relative, before Frankie is holed-up in his LA high rise.

Ferry Cross to Sweden. No Herman's Hermits Ferry Cross the Mercy, but the ferry from Denmark to Sweden was easy-on, first-off for bikes and only took 20 minutes. Denmark in our wake.

Helsingbor Castle

The Way to Tour by Bike. My Bike Friday with travel trailer. Everything is working flawlessly, except I forgot to pack my fenders. For the unfamiliar, the bike folds and flies in the trailer suitcase. I purchased it in 1994, have 50,000 to 70,000 miles on it, and it will have traveled in 21 countries upon my return.

Fleninge Classic Motel. Our lodging, is the first American-style motel built in Sweden in the early 1950s. The owner emigrated from Hungary 20+ years ago. Every room has a photo of the room with a classic car parked under the overhang outside that room.

The ride north alone the sea was uneventful except for the racing cyclists flying by without warning. Exiting Helsingborg, Sweden, was unclear, so we just aimed in the correct direction and it worked out. Then we relied on John's Garmin, until we encountered a road sign (in Swedish) that we could not read. Seems the road was closed, the Italian truck driver we asked for directions was equally unfamiliar with the area and advised us to return 1/2 mile for directions. After doing so, we opted to ignore the sign, hearing the closed portion was only 1 km. All was new paving except for the intersection of packed gravel. The road was rideable—no worries.

After checking in, the motel owners permitted a load of wash and even loaned us a Vanagon to travel to dinner due to a light rain. As usual, everything worked out.