It rained most of the night once again and the morning was grey and dreary with yet more rain. My poor tent got packed up wet once again and off I headed south. I’d only been cycling less than thirty minutes and I got a puncture, a pretty impressive one at that. Some idiot must have thrown a bottle out of a car window and I had cycle over a particularly large chunk of glass on the cycle path. It had torn a 1cm thick gash into my tyre and inner tube which I struggled to fix so used my spare tube.
I carried on south, battling against the headwind but the rain had at least stopped. I’d swap the wind for the rain any day though.
I was heading towards Viborg. It’s a small city which I figured would have ample services for a rest day.
Passing by large lakes the wind was pushing me into the road. It really was the strongest wind I’ve experienced throughout the trip. This is my fourth day with a headwind and it seems to be getting stronger. It makes the ride more of a mental battle than physical, although physically it’s like climbing the Alps all over again.
I finally made it to Viborg where I’ll have my rest day. I’m going to try and fix the inner tube and bodge a fix for the tyre. I also need to wash some clothes so hopefully the weather will brighten up over the next few days.