Road to Helsingor

We woke, had breakfast and packed camp by 9am ready for the drive to Denmark. I'd run out of LPG before Bremerhaven and was keen to fill up as soon as possible. Whatever the German 'Master Plan' was, the equidistance of petrol stations and availability of LPG wasn't on it. We drove for over a hundred miles before finding an LPG pump, and then passed 3 in 30 miles. Grrrrr.

So far the two traffic jams we've had to endure have been on the autobahn's; on the way to Bremerhaven and again today outside Hamburg delayed us for over half an hour. However a little later we stopped for lunch at petrol station and instead of day old pre-packed sandwiches (there weren't any) we had hamburgers (after an animated explanation in German that the hamburgers don't come in a bun), bratwurst and chips and a finer service station meal I can't recall.

Vanessa's been singing the praises of the 'crap nav', and it has been very good directing us from A to B, around confusing hubs where motorways merge and split around cities and getting us effortlessly into town centres; situations we'd have been tearing lumps out of each other without it by now. And also as Vanessa hasn't been as stressed I've been more able to 'make good progress' without being told to slow down. Result. The down side is you don't engage with the journey, we've only really had a general idea of where we are between destination as we didn't bring a paper map. So much so that I'd thought we'd be driving through Germany into Denmark, but instead we were directed to the Puttgarden to Rodby ferry. Que sera, sera. The ferry made a nice break from driving, and the sea air a nice break after the hot arid air.

After a couple of hours of Danish motorway, that wasn't that different from the German or Dutch motorways, we reached camp at Helsingor. It looked like a Volvo convention, and that was just in the British section.