Today, we biked 6km to the nearest place worthy of being called a town. A bike tour through a desolate landscape, gray weather, and strong gusty headwind -- I hated every fucking second of it. On the bright side, I'd like to revise my previous statement regarding finding good bread in DK. We've found a bakery that has really good bread at reasonable (by Danish standards, that is) prices. (OK, it's still not quite as good as German bread, but beggars can't be choosers).