It is already raining as I get up. At least I don't have to pack a wet tent.
As I check out I'm still famous: The owner of the camping site tells me, her daughter had recognized me yesterday from the newspaper. :-)
I start in my complete rain gear, including overshoes, and I can't take it off all day. My first destination is Fleckefjord, where I get some money from an ATM, and some food for the day.
The route today is rather hilly, all day long uphill or downhill. I make more vertical meters today than on any previous day on this trip.
In the late afternoon I find a small camping site near Rekefjord. This is a self-service operation: No reception, you find a place to pitch your tent or park your camper, then put the money in an envelope and throw it in a mail box. Despite being run with minimal staff this camping site has the cleanest toilets and showers I have encountered on the whole trip.
As I pitch my tent, a tent pole breaks again. Is it me, or are these tent poles really so fragile? The tent poles are aluminium tubes. The wechsel tent at least had seamless tubes, but the tent poles of the new tent have seams, and these seams just split. Time to use the repair sleeve again.
The ground is hard, with lots of rocks. I have a hard time getting the tent pegs into the earth. I have to hammer them in, causing them to bend as they hit stones.
In the evening I sit in the communal kitchen, eating a soup and some salad, and reading a book.
The night is stormy, with a heavy rain. I sleep uneasily, always expecting the tent pegs to come lose, and the tent to fly away.
