We took the 18 bus to Moesgård. Everyone in the bus jittered with excitement. Last stop. Saw the post sign. ‘Viking Moot’. Into the woods, muddy, wet, cold. About one km walking into the forest, heard horse’s steps. A lady, all dressed up in viking attire, rode the horse in elegance. I heard people chatting, chanting. Not long, here we were. In the land of the Vikings.