A Dane invades Denmark

Or something like that. a few hours ago I arrived in Denmark, WA. I drove here from Margaret River and this time, I took lots of breaks and used earplugs. The difference is amazing, no headache and not feeling like jelly, win
The drive down here was beautiful. They call the roads “Highways” but really, they are just country roads with a higher speed limit. The roads are hilly, and they curve in to the corners, of which there are many. Not as safe as a Danish Highway, but loads more fun You do find yourself go slower than allowed sometimes, because holy crap, but it does not take the fun out it. When there is good visibility, cranking up the throttle and leaning into the curvy corners is just paradise. I found myself chuckling in my helmet quite a few times.
I took a break about an hour in, stopped at a resting area and took a look around. An auto camper was there as well and I walked over to say hi and ask about directions, I wasn’t 100% sure I had missed my turn or not. They couldn't help so the conversation was short, and I was just about to be on my way when I heard a voice from the Auto camper “Oy mate, wanna cup of coffee?”. Next ting I know I spend a small hour chatting with this lovely couple, Culm and Vicky, about this and that. Culm offered me a sandwich with the coffee, can’t say no to free food. They were both from Ireland and here on holyday taking a road trip with their eight months old twins. I forgot to ask the names of the twins so we’ll just call them Chip and Dale for now

From the left, Chip, Culm, Dale and Vicky

Arriving in Denmark I realized it’s a very small place, it’s even smaller than Margaret River. There is basically two main roads crossing each other, and Denmark just sits around that intersection. At least that’s the town part, there is a fairly large supermarket, which makes me think the might be a larger community around the town. That's something to find out tomorrow.
Drove a round for 10 minutes and found a Motel, and there I met the busiest looking manager I have ever. Irwin is a young fella, my age or less, and he was pretty much flying through the restaurant and Motel trying to service everybody. The help was equally stressed and busy, but everybody had their game faces on, and where constantly smiling cheerful. As soon as Irwin understood that I was from Denmark, as in the country of Denmark, he was telling me his family history of how he is of Danish heritage, I guess it’s a thing to be proud of around these parts.
Irwin checked me in to a Motel room for 50 bucks a night, and gave me a key. At this point I’m exhausted,  happy to be holding the key to any kind of sleeping arrangement. I go upstairs to room 11 and the key is not working. Down stairs again, find super busy Irwin, get three other keys that should all work, go back upstairs, no luck, back down, Irwin about to have a melt down. I ask him to just chill, no need to rush. He took one look at me and once he realized I was not going to be one of those difficult costumers, he calmed right down. Rebooked me to room 14, took the key and came up with me. Just for the heck of it he tried key 14 in room 11 and how ‘bout that, it worked. Room 11 it is.
I get all my stuff from the bike up the room, and just sit on the bed for a moment. I have a look around and start to realize why its only 50 bucks. The room is tiny, what furniture is in there is falling apart, the bed has a leg missing and the curtains look like they have been there since WWI. It’s clean though so all good. I change cloths and pop down the restaurant for dinner, of course with a glass of the local Pinot Noir. I’m going to be fast asleep tonight.