Denmark
Saturday 29-8-09
After a short hop with the ferry
coming from Sweden, we
crossed the border by
late afternoon.
a view from the commando bridge JAMBO in the empty ship belly
This is the third
border-crossing, without control. No immigration officer
demand to see your travel documents, no
scrutinizing look
from a custom inspector
and the question: "anything to declare?".
These men got other task to do or were send
home into early
pension. Their empty border
offices
stand as reminder of times when there was no
EU agreement. Grass grows high around
them now.
not too far anymore guiding the ships; a lighthouse
Parliament building and the "Rat house"
Driving through Copenhagen
slowly into the center, one quickly realizes
that the the city is very clean. Even the
water of the inner
harbor can be used for
swimming. Copenhagen has been recognized as
the world most livable cities in 2008. There
are 1.3 million
urban inhabitants. 36 % of
all commute by bicycle to work. Wide lanes are reserved for them.
It
seems, the cyclists rule the road,
pacing
along blue marked areas. Copenhagen has many parks and it is not enough as of yet. As per municipal policy, by the year
2015,
every citizen must be able to reach a park
within 15 minutes. In line with his policy
more parks are under development, although
Copenhagen is the greenest city we have seen
so far.
The
Danes are rich, dominating in many fields of
science and engineering. One finds their
consulting firms on every corner of our
plant.
Consulting is know how and there the Danes strongest.
We were on the way to
Germany. We headed westwards to Nyborg, to
drive on to Odense and Flensburg in
Germany proper. Shortly
after the bridge, which spans for maybe 8 km over the Oresund we
turned into a camping ground on the shores.
The bridge, the long and direct connection
south
and in the morning sun
We are like space tourists. Every night in
another country. Yesterday Sweden today
Denmark, tomorrow it will be Germany. I
wondered myself, but we got to rush as our
timing does not allow us to be somewhere
idle.
Europe is fine to travel, however there are
no excitements as there were in Africa.The
continent is well organized, roads are fine,
no
thievery and the weather is still good,
meaning warm and sometimes sunny.
We are about to complete the first leg of
our journey in UK. How grateful we are to all our sponsors.
Especially TOTAL, the Islamic
bank, DST the
communication expert and last not least the
Individuals from the gentlemen like sheikh Abas and
Sheik Khalid (Arab
family)
But also the numerous small donors which
once at the exhibition donated. little by
little that finally thousand dollars came
together.
JAMBO our companion rolling along
strong and proud, carrying the name of
Brunei, this fine machine was prepared by
NBT back
home, serviced and fixed. One must
say with respect, these engineers knew what
they were doing. Thanks to them too.
And Bru
Tel with their Satellite phone, witch helps
to remain in touch, all free of charge.
We were very worried in Russia, should the
custom find it. But all is over now. Without
their help, their patriotism and love for
our small but beautiful Brunei, we would not be
here.
I recalled that the first time 2007-2008
we spend B$ 72.000 to complete a journey, no other
woman ever did. This time, "To bring
Brunei
to the World" we could not afford such
a burden again. These time, I omit, we have to
rely on the good heart of others.
These were the last
thoughts I had before I slumber into the
night. From a large tent a 100 m away loud
music reached our ears. An
evening gathering
of the camping guests. Elvis Presley sung.
"I wan to be your teddy bear" and
in beer mood men held their favored
women,
looking deep into eyes, searching for a
promise of an erotic adventure. Off course
there are also those where the flame of
desire had withered after 25 years of
marriage and countless family quarrels.
Sunday 30-8-09
The party last night in a tent was loud and
long. These fellows were happy drunk, she ended only well beyond 1 am in the morning.
Waking up
by 3:00am to call our TV in Brunei, for the Rampai pagi program, I looked at our
thermometer in the car, it had 8 degree.
Already by 6:00 am I was crawling out of JAMBO, warm dressed now,
walking with the toiletry to the shower rooms
in a hundred
meter distance, for a total
washing catastrophe.
The expensive camping night
the shower coin automat 3 minutes B$ 2.-
If
I want a warm shower I had to buy a jetton for
about 1 euro. This will open the warm water
for 3 minutes.
"We always shower cold" will the
Bruneian reader now commend. Yes, true, but
not if it had outside 8 degree. People run
here
around with jackets and still shiver.
So by 6.00 I went to the cabin and put the
jetton to the machine. It mad a loud
"CLACK", the valve had open, instantly, the
shower
head spate the warm water.
Now I must rush to get under
quickly. Here was my first mistake. I should
get ready like a hundred meter sprinter for
the moment,
before I put the coin in the
slot.. My dresses were flying in he cabin
around, that much I hurry, until
finally I enjoyed the warm water
pouring
over me.
But there was already a minute or more gone. Where did I put the
shampoo? Ah I remember it is on the bench
under the dress.
Shampoo on the head, how nice; I do not know how much time was
gone, maybe a half minute when it made the
second time
"CLACK". Now the automatic timer of the room light had shut
it off..
"Holly molly"
It was now dark in the room. Where was the
sensor? Oh yes I recall, next to the door. I
was searching like a blind until my
movements triggered the switch. "CLACK" ,
the light
was on again. Under the hot shower
now, just starting to wash the soap down, it
made another" CLACK" and the warm water was
off. I few drops still came out, then nothing.. This technique had no mercy with my
situation. A
water hose to wash the floor, was all I
had .Ice-cold
water on the head, one gets headache from
it.
And as the mediating lamas say: "It is all
in the mind" I repeated to
myself when I flushed
the soap from the body shaking like a tree
leaf in the wind. "It is not cold Its all in
the mind, it is not cold..."
The further journey was on Autobahn or
Highway as it is called. Somewhere in
Northern Germany storks assembled, parents
with
their "this year born" to practice their fling skill.
Soon is winter, before it will go south for
thousands of kilometer.
This is an indication, winter is spreading its cold
and chilly wings over the land
we were traveling towards Berlin.
Dear reader click Germany if you are interested how we encountered
witches and much more..
Please click Germany where our wondrous journey continues
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