Bisserup - Holbæk, Denmark

Tuesday 27th July 1999

We arose slowly this morning, enjoying the warm weather. We were continuing our trip around the Zealand island but first we wandered down to check out the local beach. A quick touch of the water and a glance at the blue skies convinced me that this was my only chance to try swimming in the Baltic. A quick dash back to the van and I was on my way, convincing Neet to join me. There was a convenient small jetty that ran for about twenty metres and took you to where the water was all of one metre in depth. I plunged in but Anita strangely remained behind. After five minutes of splashing around I decided that that was enough of the Baltic.

Before we got moving I had to make a call to the insurers for the old van. Seems things had stalled again as a cheque was supposed to have been sent and nothing had been seen. When I called I found out that a review of my file revealed that the cheque needed approval from a "senior colleague" before being sent. That was obtained and apparently it's on its way. I checked my records of this whole sorry saga and discovered that to date I've had to make 54 phone calls to keep things moving. Sheesh. It's been almost three months since I first reported the fire. As far as we know the old van is still sitting forlornly in its field waiting for the final verdict.

Back on the move, our next stop was the Viking fortress at Trelleborg. It's the best preserved in Denmark but, as usual with these sites, only the earthen ramparts remain. All the same it was quite evocative.

From there we headed back across the island towards Roskilde, the ancient Danish capital and our destination for tomorrow.