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When the wind finally quit its duty around noontime, we set of and headed a little further south, towards Norre Vorupør. Protected from the remaining wind by dunes, we found perfect lines for a first SUP and surfing session. Apparently, Vorupør has fewer inhabitants than we counted windsurfers in Hanstholm. And when you walk around all the fishing boats on the sand and all the old fishing huts on the beach, you feel like you were set back in time, when tourism was yet to be invented and live was a lot more quiet, yet rough and hard.
Nowadays, the area around Vorupør is completely dominated by tourism. Countless holiday homes are built into the dunes. Luckily, the Scandinavian beach house style fits quite well into the landscape, a lot better than any big hotels and skyscrapers could ever do. We had also rented a small hut, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, between Klitmøller and Vorupør, including a small room mate with four legs, which obviously loved cookies, as we found out after the first night. But despite our hungry buddy, the night was quiet and we slept like stones, recovering from the last night on the road and from the long day on the water, especially as the wind also had died off completely.
What was left on the next morning, were these perfect waves for surfing, and as a low wind alternative in between the surfing sessions, a visit to the war museum in Hanstholm, showing huge bunkers and a lot of details about those unbelievable years of World War II. An impressive, interesting, yet scary and somewhat frightening experience…
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