There you go then. Day three is almost at an end with only 5km to go through the busy central area of Malmo and down to the docks. We overnight tonight on the ferry across to Germany. In other circumstances that would seem novel. Adventurous perhaps. At the moment it seems quite like the last way I would like to spend a night! Not because of the boat but because we have just spent another seven or so hours on the bike rolling down through Sweden.

Not only that, but the ferry only “opens” at 8pm. So no idea what we will do till then. And I have visions of a cabin to small to swing a mouse, never mind a cat. And the chances of a shower – even the so called “officials” who are escorting us on Route 2 don’t have much information. Bad enough to cause a serious hissy fit after all the work we did today. But of course you can’t as they are not the main organizer. No, he is safely along with the Route 1 groups who have a pre-arranged “welcome lounge” somewhere along the route. I suppose that would be about halfway for them after, ooo, who knows, 50km???!

So we have commandeered a corner of a convenient (is there any other kind?) of a McDonalds and scoffed some fine American sustenance. Just what Tim Noakes advises – high fat.

Apart from the challenges with rest and recovery the ride today has been fun, and interesting. Having slimmed down to only 4 riders of more or less similar ability we are able to keep a decent pace up and have averaged about 30kph for the 200km so far today. And the has been no rain. Yes!

We left Kvarnens B&B this morning having found out that Kvarnens simply refers to the windmill that dominates the property where we stayed.

Windmills of one kind or another dominate the landscape. Mostly of the another variety.

As we were riding passed yet another cluster of wind turbines, I began to wonder how green the really are in nett terms. The carbon footprint of the manufacturing of the components can’t be insignificant. Huge towers of steel with hulking great generators atop propelled by huge, well, propellers. I suppose over the like time this may be a small compromise to the promise of green energy. However, when the wind farms reaches the end of it’s shelf life I wonder if they can pop in in one of the appropriately colored bins and Bob’s your uncle? Not likely.

Alberts eating plan has sunk now to a new low. A McDonalds burger went down. Ew!