Running out of gas

It took us from 8.45 am to 5 pm to get to the island. We drove through the whole spectrum of weather conditions, from raging snow, to pouring rain, to smattering hail and finally upon arrival, sunshine! And no queues or traffic jams. We even caught an earlier ferry. But that's where our 'luck' ended. For some reason cash is king in Denmark and my VISA was not useable to pay for the ferry, no one of us had thought of withdrawing any Danish cash. So we rode the ferry for free (we'll have to pay at the town ferry office tomorrow though), realizing when arriving on the island that we had completely run out of gas and there was no gas station to be found. Our navi guided us to what seemed to be a Statoil station. Problem was that is wasn't. There was ONE lonely gas pump on the concrete in the harbour and a machine that took 20 DKK coins and 100 bills. Coins? Haven't ever seen that I think. No money, no gas, national holiday and a town so small it hardly qualifies as a town.

How did it go? The truth is so much more boring and it'll make a better story without it! Enjoy my mobile pictures instead.


Top: view from the sun deck. Low.left: Crossing the Store Bält bridge, low right: Sister and her BF on the sun deck.