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I was from Copenhagen going to journey over to Vejle and down the coast to Amsterdam and down to Calais and over to London.
Between Oslo and Stockholm I had stopped at a store to get some dinner to cook. All I could find was dried fish. A single clerk and no English. I remember the campsite. It was a clearing in a low stand of young trees just off a not much travelled road. I cooked and started to eat the fish, which was preserved with salt. I thought the stuff looked funny, all whitish dry brown. I didn't know that there must be some way of removing much of the salt before cooking. I had never had anything so salty. I hesitated eating it, but I was hungry and it was all I had. But the consumption was not as bad as how thirsty I got about a half an hour later. I was so thirsty I couldn't bear it. I got on my scooter and headed down the road the way I had come, looking for something to drink. Probably passed the Kiosk earlier and knew it was there, something like an A/W Root beer drive-in American style. It sold coke. I drank two twenty-four ounce bottles of the stuff, the first time I had-had coke since I left the states. I have never been that thirsty in my life, and it felt kind of good to pig out on coke, when you haven't had it for years.
Copenhagen was modern and expensive. It was very Conservative. I think I asked a guy for a cigarette half in jest, at a gas station in Copenhagen and he told me to go get a job. Where was I - back in America ? Hadn't heard that one in many years.
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