The big day is here, it’s time to leave Viborg and head west. No it’s not time to go home yet, it’s time to go to the lovely little town of Ringkøbing. Before leaving we have one last tour with Winston as our tour guide.
This time Winston took us to one of the many Viking burial mounds that are in the Viborg area.
Yes, this is a picture of Winston with the Flounder.
To the un-trained eye these could be easily mistaken for odd mounds of dirt. However, Winston told us stories about how important Vikings were buried with all their possessions, including their horses, in unmarked mounds. These are considered sacred by the Danes and they would never think of disturbing these piles of dirt. Good story, I hope it’s true. Winston would steel your drink, and defiantly steel your girl, but I doubt he would embellish history. I asked him how he knows so much about Danish history, since he is a South African immigrant and only a Danish citizen for the last ten years (Another long story). He says that he knows so much because his hobby is history, and because this Viking mound is kind of in his back yard… So we walked over to Winston’s house. And what a house it is.
He took us around the corner to show us his hobby room, which is a little building a few meters from his home. He says his wife likes him to keep his two hobbies away from each other. I didn’t ask him to explain what he meant by that.
His hobby, it turns out, is building models of WWII battle scenes. Here is a picture of his hobby room.
Winston knows a lot about WWII, particularly everything that happened in Europe from the Normandy invasion until after Denmark was liberated on May 5th 1945.
After our tour we went to lunch at this incredible restaurant/history museum. The history was so thick and deep that it made me feel small and insignificant.
Here are a few photos from inside.
Before lunch the owner of the establishment took us outside to show us the Danish war monuments that had built. It was quite impressive, and is now nationally recognized and used quite often for remembering Danish fallen solders. This, of course, was after he showed us all where to hang our coats. We figured that since he only had a dress shirt and slacks on, that we could handle whatever he could. He has three WWII tanks in his back yard, two Sherman tanks and one German. The Sherman’s were salvaged from the landing in Normandy and brought to Denmark after the war. The German tank was donated somehow, he wasn’t specific. After about twenty minutes of listening to him wax poetically about the Danish and American heroes in the military my teeth began to chatter. About this time his wife, who is a small and frail women in her late seventies, poked her head out the door and gave a shrill whistle that we heard echoing off the near by hills. He laughed and said, “It’s time for lunch”
I knew that lunch was going to be good, as soon as we stepped into the room. Besides the smell from the kitchen, the elderly lady with the unusually loud whistle had a tray of ice cold beer, she simply said, “Dark, or light, or would you like a soda?”
Lunch was either weinersnitchel or hamburgers. I had the hamburger. It wasn’t the hamburger that Americans are used to. It was more like meat loaf with onions. Served with potatoes, gravy, carrots, etc… With a side of Anchovies on an orange slice filled with capers. Yum. The food was great, but the atmosphere was outstanding.
After lunch we headed back to Viborg to exchange cars and pick up my luggage. It was time to leave for Ringkøbing. But that’s another story….