Today we woke up, buzzing with excitement to explore Denmark. First stop:  Ribe. It’s not just Denmark’s oldest town, but one of the oldest in all of Scandinavia. We wandered around the cobbled streets marvelling at the different architecture and wonky chocolate ripple buildings. We were keen to sample some authentic Danish cuisine for lunch, but neither of us could make a decision so we gave up and returned  to the van for a salad wrap.

We drove to the next town, Esbjerg, but couldn’t find a parking spot so we left in a huff. But just outside the city, Denmark redeemed itself with Man Meets the Sea: four enormous, ghostly white statues sitting on a dune, gazing out over the North Sea. They were very cool.

Today, we tried really hard to be tourists, but we just weren’t feeling it. I don’t want to sound mean, but driving across Denmark has been a bit like road tripping across the Hauraki Plains, with a few windmills and old buildings thrown in for variety. The cow shit smells the same.

But this trip was never about Denmark. Norway has been calling us from the start, and now, we’re finally ready to answer.

Tomorrow we catch a ferry to Norway!