9:00 after a good breakfast (included) i start “up the hill and keep on going” (the road directions from the hotel) — in the hopes of finding b & o at the end of, no, not the rainbow, but at the end of town. the persistent drizzle that accompanied me to the hotel yesterday night apparently likes it so much here that it has decided to stay and play games: sometimes it comes at me from the left, then suddenly again from the front, just to disappear and lull me in a sense of false security before popping up from behind. although, i’ve to admit it is more of a gentle play, nothing vicious. anyhow, after 20min i still have not seen any sign proclaiming to be b & o headquarters. hmm. i turn around and ask a man entering what looks like a factory building: yep, this is it. i need to go around the building to find the reception. as his badge is not working he comes with me and drops me off safely into the hands of a friendly receptionist.
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after a busy day i’m back in my hotel by 16:00 and half an hour later start to explore the roaring town of struer. leaving the grand hotel through the “back” front door i turn right again at the next side street and then left into the pedestrian zone: a couple of banks and a large number of clothes stores and an equally large number of hairdressers. looking at the shopping population at large the questions begs to be answered: why? who patronizes these shops? hmm. anyhow, i’m really looking for something resembling a cafe and also a supermarket to stock up on mineral water for the trip back tomorrow. the road curves around the block and goes up the hill (the same hill i’ve walked up in the morning) and i soon cross the road leading past the “back” front of my hotel and find: kwickly. a mixture of supermarket cum DIY cum bakery.

my friend, the drizzle rain, is back and together we explore more of downtown struer: i’m happy to report that it has a hot dog specialist (tempting, very tempting, but i resist), a chinese restaurant disguised as a cafe (funny that), a couple of more or less weathered pizza places, a nice looking library, an interior design center, and (!) a cafe/pub, the glade pengvin…which i assume to be either a happy penguin or a well-shaved penguin (depending on whether glade is leaning toward the english “glad” or the german “glatt” [it’s the english “glad”, i learn later]). this locality turns out to be rather nice, though i settle for a cup of coffee (invoking the cafe part of the happy penguin) noticing that a pint of tuborg øl is DKK 40 (around CHF and that for a pint of guinness i’d probably have to mortgage our (non-existing) house…

on my way back to the hotel i detour through the kwickly and acquire two 1.5l bottles of water, have to pay DKK 40 instead of the anticipated DKK 32: DKK 8 deposit. oh, well. somehow i doubt that i’ll return those bottles anytime soon (or at all).

at 19:00 a colleague from b & o picks me up at the hotel and we drive to holstebrø to the under klippen, a very nice restaurant with dark wooden floors, white walls, roughly plastered, and wooden tables. i drink a bottle of tuborg beer (when in rome, do as the romans do) and am treated to an excellently cooked turbot — followed by my favored dessert: creme brulê…