Guderup

Once again the forecast was for showers today so we got moving by 6am hoping we would be in Guderup before it set in.The road to Faaborg is mostly along the coast. A strong wind blew into us most of the way . This route is classified as ‘one of natural beauty’ It certainly lived up to its name with dozens of beautiful thatched cottages along the way .This one is in the process of being rethatched. They use those movable steps to be able to work on the surface. Every edge is beautifully manicured like a very expensive haircut.A cute scene of some boats but it’s the rushes beside the water that are used for thatch. An incredible free resource but it’s the cost of labour that makes them almost unaffordable to ownFaaborg. We’ve found that the service stations have the best coffee. Besides, it’s only 8.30 on a Saturday morning and nothing else is open.Several ferries leave from Faaborg but not the one we want to Fynshav. It’s another 10kms further onTars . The ferry leaves for the island of Als every hour from here. As it approaches the terminal it’s already opening its mouth like some metal monster45 minutes later. The bikes were tied to this net across the back (stern) door. As it arrived at Fynshav the ship swung around and reversed in WITH THE DOORS OPENING AS WE WENT. Very scary. Just a net between us and a trip under the thrashing propellers. on board we were using the wifi to check on the all blacks game against Australia. At the terminal we still had their wifi so I called my sister Raewyn and watched it on her TV. My battery went flat just after half time . About the same time as the All Blacks battery’s went flat. Guderup. We were in our B n B by 2pm, still avoiding the occasional shower. I had to stop Christine from bringing their sheets in !