It was a hot summer three years ago, when I went to Denmark and spent there two beautiful and unforgettable months. But one night I remember well – the worst night in my whole life.
It was the second or the third week I was in Denmark. And then we thought, why couldn’t we take a hiking trip. We all were very excited with this fact, because from the other boys we heard that their hike was brilliant - 3 days full of adventures in Denmark woods, living in a tent, fishing, walking up and down the hills, sitting around the fire place and talking. It sounded great!
All week before our hike we where just talking about what we are going to take with us, what we will do, how we will have fun in the nights and so on. Two days before the hike we started to pack – each of us had a really big backpack, a tent, a sleeping-bag, some food, some personal stuff, a torch, a lighter and two 1,5 liter bottles of water. Together it made a really heavy backpack, but it didn’t matter for us, because we were so happy with this hiking trip, that we really didn’t care how hard it will be to carry it.…
