Over the past several centuries we have built remarkable cities and have made every attempt to make each one look unique and reflect the culture of the people living in it. But more than the significance of these creations in human history, I admire and prefer what lies outside and often out of reach for most part, throughout our existence, the Earth in its nascent form.
Sixty minutes driving south of Copenhagen starts to look like sixty minutes driving outside of most of the cities in upper northern hemisphere: The farmlands, trees, wide open land, crops, windmills, barns. I would not call it as attractive as any national park or preserve but it was a relief to get out of the city for a change, after we rented a car for the final two days of the trip. While I have been in and around Copenhagen over the past, had never been to the island of Møn before. As any other adventure, this was not planned for months or weeks - it was a fifteen research on the internet the night before, in attempt to find something new and different to do in Denmark before flying back home, and also a destination the weather forecast approved my not weather-sealed Sony photography gear.
And so I picked Møns Klint - a six kilometer stretch of tall chalk cliffs over Baltic Sea.
