So, here we are just outside Malmo, having a fuel and food stop. It has been raining hard the entire journey. A journey not without casualties. The water got the better of my duct taped flag and I've had to leave it behnd. In this far off foreign service area, lives a part that is forever England.
And Knutr's boots have decided to ship water, despite their goretex lining. I fear his gloves, protected by tesco plastic bags, have faired no better.
In a few minutes we will be at the toll booth for the Oresund crossing and the finding money/cards with wet hands and gloves fiasco that is sure to ensue.
25 miles from our digs in Copenhagen.
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