During our stay at my parent’s house, I’ve been on my bike almost daily, rediscovering the landscapes and roads of my youth. For example, yesterday, I did a round tour of the isle of Fehmarn.
It is one of the gateways from Germany to the nordic countries, ferries to Denmark leave from the port of Puttgarden on it’s northern shore. It is also a bit isolated and a curious mix between some tourist-centered towns, old, rich, family-owned farms and a lot of wind turbine parks.
The nicest roads around my home-town are one-laners enclosed from both sides and above by trees and shrubbery. Add sunlight and you’re riding through a flickering, emerald tunnel!
Here are some impressions from the four points of the compass on Fehmarn: