I was halfway through a post about our trip to Møn over the weekend but WordPress, once again, has managed to put it somewhere I can’t find it, probably on a top shelf. This sucks because I had written a more or less detailed account of our little weekend in the south-east of Denmark but now I really can’t be bothered to do it all over again so a very summed up version will need to suffice.
Let’s see: Kat managed to convinced her Dad to drive us to Møn so we left Copenhagen on Saturday at 7am and by 9:30am we were in Klintholm Havn, a little fishing village with a harbour and a supermarket where you can also rent bikes. Kat’s Dad suggested us to cycle all the way to the cliff, it sounded like a good idea and we went for it. Ten minutes later, we realized we had to ride 6 km of hilly roads to get there; by the time we acknowledge our mistake, it was too late to do anything about it.
And so we pedaled, and pedaled, and pedaled, until we finally reached Møns Klint, a 6 km stretch of chalk cliffs in the Baltic Sea. I must admit, I expected it to be much higher (120m above sea level or so) but despite it’s underwhelming height, the view from the cliff was fantastic. The sun was shinning when we got there and its reflection over the water was absolutely beautiful.
We wandered a bit at the top of the cliff and then went down all the way to the beach, where we sat for a while, just looking at the sea and secretly making fun of some of the tourist around us. That’s what Kat and I do, we laugh at people because they are probably laughing at us too. After spending some time on the beach, the sky turned grey and the air cold so we headed back to the top of the cliff (after climbing a hundred fucking steps!) to grab some food and get mentally prepared to cycle 11 km to the Bed & Breakfast we had booked for the night.
We hadn’t finished eating our chili con carne when it started to rain. Not a bad thing, really; it actually made all the cycling a bit more tolerable. It took us about 45 minutes to finally get to the place we were going to stay, a really nice house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and grass. Really pretty. The only downside to it was its location, quite far from everything, which meant we either had to find a restaurant that could deliver food to us or we had to take our bikes and go somewhere to grab dinner and cycle back to the B&B in absolute darkness (people in Møn are not very fond of lamp post along the roads, apparently).
Eventually, we found a place that was willing to drive a few kilometers to save us from starvation. God bless them, they don’t know how much we loved them that night. We sat next to a German couple, eating vegetables and rye bread while I devoured a bacon and cheese burger and Kat tried to figure out how to eat a massive calzone filled with pasta and meatballs. That’s right, pasta and meatballs inside a calzone. I can’t think of anything more carbohydrate-packed than that.
After dinner, we went back to our room and watched a few episodes of “Misfits”, a series I really liked at the beginning but that after the second season is starting to piss me off; the guy that replaced Nathan is NOT funny and the whole story is getting way too tacky. I’m still planning to finish it but I must say, I’m not all that excited about it anymore.
On Sunday, we woke up around 9am, had a shower, packed our stuff and cycled back to Klintholm Havn to return our bikes and catch a bus that dropped us somewhere else where we caught a bus that dropped us in some other place where we finally jumped on a train that brought us back to Copenhagen. We celebrated our return to civilization with KFC, like it should be.
Despite all the cycling, which made my ass and legs hurt a lot, I really enjoyed our little weekend trip to Møn. Kat’s always good fun and she made me forget a bit about all this UK visa application thing, which is stressing me out and making me really, really anxious. Just yesterday I submitted my documents, let’s see what they say…