In the morning I wake up to the sound of rain on the tent. I like to lie in the tent and listen to the rain. I really don't like to get up in weather like this and pack the tent.
I am considering taking a rest day, hoping the weather will be better tomorrow. As the sky is still gray and rainy after breakfast I go to the reception and pay for another night. I'm hardly back at my tent as the sun comes out. It's mostly sunny for the rest of the day.
I take advantage of the nice weather and walk down to the beach, which is about a kilometer down the road through the dunes. Here awaits me a bizarre landscape: in both directions the beach is covered with old bunkers, remnants of the german occupation during World War II. Too sturdy to be break apart the lay in tilted positions, the sand washed out under them. I have the feeling of wandering through the relics of a lost culture. All over the beaches in denmark and norway one can find the legacies of german warfare.
Back on the camping site I use the internet connection at the reception to update my travel blog. I have a backlog of several days worth of text and pictures. It takes my nearly two hours to get the blog up to date. Afterwards I get a scolding, because they usually only allow 30 minutes per person. I offer to pay for the excessive use, but they don't want that, either...
In the afternoon I ride into Klitmøller. This is a nice little town, already geared towards tourism, but still with life on its own.
