Sunday, 20 November 2011
I always avoided doing touristy things the first time I was there, and always regretted not visiting Møns Klint. I left Copenhagen early one morning and travelled south by train. The train went through Roskilde, my old home, and strange as it was to be reliving that train trip, I felt very little. After that, I decided not to visit my old house on Københavnsvej, despite thinking of it every day since I left it behind. I think it is best to let at least something remain in the past.
Once off the train, I caught a bus to the island of Møn. I then hired a bicycle and rode 20km to the cliffs. It was sunny, breezy and perfect. Riding alone through the gently rolling countryside and the tiny towns, stopping sporadically at bakeries and antique stores, and finally cycling up through the forest to the cliffs was the freest I've ever felt. No one knew who I was or where I was. It's such a powerful feeling to feel completely disconnected from the realities of life, yet at the same time feel so incredibly happy and content.
love steph. at Sunday, November 20, 2011