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I survived! 8,4 kilometres each way, felt like 20.

I have no idea how long it took me, but it felt like ages and was generally a suffering experience. It had its moments, though. The weather was pretty neat, bright sunshine with the occasional snowfall - and the horrid looooong uphill stretch with the wind against me on the way out, was a lovely experience on the way back.

Oh and it's right what they say about riding a bike. You don't forget, but you get out of practise and out of shape. The first 100-200 metres on the gravel road with snow, ice and holes were very wobbly.

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Feeling miserable and biking through the snow will do weird things to your mind. Like there is this road called "Sandbækalle" and I read it, not as "Sandbæk-alle", but "Sandbæ-Kalle". The first means "Sand-brook-avenue", the second something like "Sand-poop-Gordon".

This had me laughing hysterically for the next two kilometres, luckily I live in the middle of no-where.