The weather in Denmark, as we speak is the same as it was in France last week - blue sky from early in the morning, burning sunshine, no winds and the temperature way beyond what is supposed to be comfortable - at 86 degrees fahrenheit.
Coming home to Denmark yesterday after new adventures abroad, I had hoped for at least one night in seven days without the "skiiing down hill" sliding-on-the-sheet-feeling in bed. But no way. The humidity is awful, almost made me feel nausea during the first night, in fact worse than in France, perhaps because I mostly slept in a tent in the mountains of the Alpes, trying to reach my goal the d´Alpe d´Huez, where the Tour de France circus would pass. The oldest and the toughest of the mountains during Le Tour this year, entitled the King distance, above the tree limit above 2000 meters - to climb on a bicycle, and then like these guys in a speed, not healthy for common people.
Temperatures in France each day at 85-95 degrees, while in Denmark at 86 degrees yesterday, sweating like a pig in the afternoon at 5 PM after having traveled almost 1000 km by a fish truck hitch-hiking. The truck came from Pamplona, Spain. The driver was Danish and has done this trip to and from for 17 years, working 10 days, having 5 days off work, and then the same trip.
His goal was Lofoten, a small group of islands in the Atlantic Ocean 1200 kilometers north of Oslo, Norway.