. As with most Danish churches it was very ornate, this one had a few modern touches in with the older stuff. Refer to earlier theme for what came next, although Mel and I both had a very early night, leaving Tristan to party on with some German journeymen. These guys do their apprenticeship then must leave the city they learned in and head at least 50km away on foot and not return for three years. We assume beer was involved again, but we wouldn't know because we were asleep. Until, 1 when we needed to let him back into the hostel. I spent the night in my very own cage, which made Mel rather pleased. I will admit to getting slightly stuck the next morning when trying to get out. We won't dwell on that, all was well in the end. Ribe's viking museum was a little disappointing. Anyone, heading to Denmark should definitely ignore this one in favour of the one in Moesgaard. The highlight was the delivery of about 50 wooden swords and shields for the school group that was also visiting the museum. Considering they had also been staying at our hostel, we were very tempted to stay and view (participate) in the carnage. Alas, we had to hit the road again.
We made a rather sad attempt to reach an island whose name currently escapes us which is only accessable at low tide across a causeway. Of course we timed our visit perfectly with an incoming tide which meant we made it about 1/3 of the way across before needing to turn around and run for safety
. We then made our way up to Esbjerg and spent the afternoon collecting supplies before boarding the ferry to Harwich. Best nights sleep and biggest room we've had since we arrived (not counting Tristan's place), with the worst music EVER.. A random scottish man singing covers of Chris De Burgh, Eric Clapton ('s worst song ever) and Rod Stewart had us bolting for our room as quickly as possible. The North Sea did not live up to its reputation and we had the gentlest crossing imagineable. After navigating the terror that was England's train system (including the underground between liverpool and paddington) we finally got into Bristol (not bad crossing the country in an afternoon). We have discovered that English people seem to like a drink that is a funny colour, it comes in pint glasses and foams at the top. We have refused to try it as it sounds odd and not the sort of thing that we would enjoy at all.
C & M
In the morning, we made a quick visit to a really neat museum under the city of Aalborg. You pay to use the elevator which takes you beneath the streets to the remains of a Friary complete with skeletons and other archeological finds. After leaving Aalborg, we headed down via every back road we could find with our final destination being Ribe. It was really the first horrible weather we've encountered in our time in Denmark, lots of rain and generally rather miserable. It did make for another very atmospheric find when we arrived in Jelling which is considered to be the start of christianity in Denmark. A church dating back to 1100 marks the spot with two runestones dating from around 948 at the entrance and two enormous burial mounds for the King and Queen of the time (the King later being dug up by his son who would eventually convert Denmark to christianity and buried underneath the church itself). A bit more of a drive across to Ribe, Denmark's oldest city; currently celebrating 1300 years as a town. Visited yet another church (we're not sick of them yet but suspect that the readers might be :)) the Ribe Domkirke