The Route to Gothenburg

The Departure

With a week between completing Stage 1 and my departure to Calais, I passed the time by preparing for the expedition North. I filled the van with an assortment of dried food including soup, beans, 3kgs of pasta, sauces, rice, porridge, coffee and 72 Weetabix. I hoped my supplies would last long enough to get through the expensive Nordic countries and insulate me from the weak pound…

Squirrelling away supplies (I had 5 of these boxes) 

Goodbye Britain

On Tuesday 17th July, the journey to Gotheburg began in earnest.
 
Departing at 06:00 from London, with co-pilot Katy in the passenger seat, we meandered our way down the M2 towards Dover. Arriving ahead of schedule, and with summer crowds lighter than predicted, we boarded the 09:25 and set sail for France an hour earlier than planned.
 

Boarding at Dover

It was a pleasant crossing. A cool breeze took the edge off the heatwave sun and we even managed to get an outside table on the rear deck. It was from this position that I waved goodbye to Little Britain and said bonjour to mainland Europe.

Goodbye Britain!

The Low Countries

Disembarking in Calais at around midday CET, I was keen to make it as far as possible into Germany before sunset. With this goal in mind, we set off past Dunkirk then crossed into Belgium, The Netherlands and Germany. It was a pleasant journey through the Low Countries, observing the farmers hard at work and keeping an eye out for the all-important border signs. It felt great to be back in Europe. 

Crossing borders

After a good 6 hours, it was time to find somewhere to stay. I chose Hamelin, a German town on the river Weser in Lower Saxony. Hamelin is best known for the tale of the Pied Piper, where the town’s rat-catcher turns kidnapper in an act of revenge against penny-pinching citizens. We popped into the town centre and visited the local Aldi for a couple of cold beers. Stocked up with essentials, I drove for another 20 minutes towards ‘The Suntal’ – a massif in the German Central Uplands…

Drone shot from The Suntal

Deep in the heart of the forest, we set up camp, ran 5 km, and dined on Bratwurst.

Cooking in the dark

Exploring Denmark

The next day was a mammoth driving day. We had to cover 348 km through Germany to Puttgarden, grab a ferry to Rodby and drive up through Norway to the Swedish border

View from the Puttgarden – Rodby ferry

On the ferry, we got chatting to a lovely Danish guy who recommended a visit to Mons Klint. We took his advice and decided to head there for the evening. 

We crossed The Faro Bridge on our way to The Island of Mon

Mons Klint is a 6km stretch of white chalk cliffs overlooking the Baltic Sea. Famous for it’s geological attraction, fossils emerge from the cliffs as they erode. We found a quiet place to camp, grabbed our cameras and went exploring. The views were absolutely stunning. The entire area is a designated Nature Reserve and full of wildlife. There are rare orchids and deer aplenty – we were shocked at how quiet it was. At times, we were the only people there. 

Sunset views from the cliffs at Mons Klint

Hello Gothenburg!

The next morning, we rose at the crack-of-dawn and descended the infamous stairway down to the pebble beach. 

The Beautiful walk along the cliffs

Morning exercise complete, the journey north continued and we eventually crossed the border into Sweden. 5 hours later, with 1566 km and 6 national borders under the belt, Gothenburg hove into sight.

2.5 days after leaving London, we were in position to kick-off Stage 2…

The road to Gothenburg