When I pulled into Aalborg at the end of our first day’s ride, I was sure I’d never make it to Roskilde. I was just too exhausted, my pack far too heavy. But three days later, tired and bruised as I may be, here I am starting the very last leg. I might just make it after all.
When we awoke in our Aarhus campground the tent was absolutely boiling. Peder had been warning me that there’s no shade whatsoever at Roskilde, and that I should be ready to roast in the mornings. If this was any indication of things to come I was in for some sleepless nights (/days) ahead.
…Like that’s anything new 😛
Although most people refer to the festival simply as “Roskilde,” Roskilde is in fact the name of the city where it’s hosted. A city that’s situated right next to Copenhagen, on the Danish island of Zealand. So before we could begin the final leg of our trip we had to catch a 3-hour ferry across the Kattegat – to the nearest port town of Kalundborg. We boarded at 3pm and made a beeline straight for the cafeteria.
20 kroner all-you-can-eat ice cream 😀
We stuffed ourselves with soft serve until we literally passed out on the floor. And when we woke up, we were in Kalundborg.
Throughout this trip Peder had been pointing out groups of people he was sure were heading for Roskilde. Bike gangs whizzing by, loaded down with tents and sleeping bags; groups drinking at campgrounds with boomboxes and beer coolers; backpackers hitchhiking with Danish flags protruding from their packs. But here on the boat to Kalundborg, the convergence finally became clear. We were close. Really close.
Back in Randers, when we made a quick stop to refill our water bottles, Peder happened to overhear a newscast in Danish. More than 60,000 people had already arrived at the Roskilde festival grounds – and that was on Sunday, a full four days before it would even begin.
It’s so close I can taste it. Just 75km remaining.