By Nick Nomi at the Slow Travel Diary.l Population: 1000
The village of Højer was quiet. A lone windmill sat closed. Night was looming and not a soul was in sight. We passed houses with dim lights illuminating drab old fashioned interiors, but we heard no sounds, save for the distant echoes of the Wadden Sea. Night fell quickly, bringing with it the freezing air of a November spent on ...
By Nick Nomi at the Slow Travel Diary.l Population: 1000
