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And what a pretty little town it is. And also, what a relief to find this place, because so far, Denmark had not delivered to say the least.
But Ribe was small, cozy and pretty. The houses, the Domkirke with its beautifull woodcuttings, the river, the pastries. Yes, ofcourse we had to try some Danish pastries, and they were yummie! The guidebook may be right, Ribe may very well be one of Denmark's loveliest spots.
We waked around for almost 2 hours and had a fun time. I guess that for the first time after crossing the border, we had found the Denmark we had set out for.
But it all went downhill after that.
Mogeltonder, our next stop, was just one street of old houses, a church and a royal castle you couldn't see. A music festival across the street and drunk, obnoxious people everywhere.
Tonder, a few km further, was deserted. We were 1 of 3 cars parked on the visitors parking lot, just outside town. The place was dead. We found a cafe that was open and had a coffee there. We went into the Gamle Apotheken, a souvenire store, where we bought some small Christmas decoration with our last Kroner coins and then we walked back to the car and fled into Germany.
A roadside restaurant south of Hamburg was our next stop, where we had dinner and then drove another 100km or so to Bremen, where we checked into an Etap hotel and felt a bit cheated.
Denmark had not delivered.
And Bremen was closed.