The island that I live on is called Fyn. It's the island between the bigger parts of Denmark; Jylland and Sjælland. Fyn is so small that it only takes about 1.5 hour to drive across it on the highway. Odense is the largest city on Fyn, the city I live in and the childhood city of the famous Hans Christian Andersen. The city's location in the middle of the island makes it perfect for accessing all part of it by bike.
I've lived here for almost six years now, but since I just started biking for real I haven't been able to explore it as much I have wanted to. My favorite place, by far, is Fyns Hoved, one of the northernmost point of Fyn in an area that is less inhabited. I have never been there on a bike yet though, and the main reason for not going there has been that I haven't had the guts to go on a long bike trip alone yet.
But this weekend I told myself that I should do it. Tuesday was the most suitable day with no forecasted rain and warmer temperatures, so why not?
This was more than just a regular bike trip for me. I packed running shoes, my camera, some energy gel, snacks, and some extra water just in case.
Biking out of Odense isn't the most fun thing in the world. It's just like any other city, a lot of traffic lights that hindered me from getting a decent speed. Now the plan wasn't to bike fast, but rather to bike at a steady pace with a pulse between 120-140 (endurance training). My pulse never really went up when I was inside the city limits, but once I had the bike roads to myself I got some into a rhythm.
The first part of the ride was flat and straight on a designated bike path. I got a steady pace and didn't have any difficulties keeping the pulse just right. After about an hour on the saddle I took a left off the bike path and onto Fynshovedvej, the main road to my destination.
Then the scenery changed. Instead of it being flat and straight, hills came, and the road started bending from left to right. Biking here was wonderful. The small ascents made me work for it and the small descents gave me breathing room. I barely saw any cars, and when I got to Fyns Hoved there were only two cars parked.
When arriving two guys with fishing rods were walking towards their car. I asked them if they had caught anything, and one guy replied "keine fische", no fish. They were German and were certain that all the fish had gone to Africa, because the water here was way too cold.
I packed down my helmet and cycling shoes, ate a chocolate bar, put on a pair of running shoes and started running.
I remember the first time I was out walking at Fyns Hoved. The peninsula in itself is beautiful looking, but once you get to the cliffs and actually see the coastline it all gets even better. I could run the 3k around this piece of land forever and never get sick of it. Every time I get there I get the same type of ecstatic feeling of nature's greatness and calmness together that I rarely get elsewhere in Denmark.
After running around the peninsula, I had some awful energy gel, got my bike gear on again, and biked back. If there is one thing you can count on in Denmark, it's the wind. I jumped on the bike and quickly realised I would have headwind all the way back. I bit my teeth together, and although I was struggling with keeping my pulse at my target rate I managed to get my rhythm back and had a blast the last two hours of my bike ride. The entire trip took 4,5 hours and it is probably the best route I have cycled in Denmark to this date. I'm going out there to explore some more though, and if I find another ride worth talking about I'll write about it here.