Instead I threw my bike on my parents rental car and hitched a ride to
Varberg, SE. I wanted to ride but it was 75 miles of rolling hills
and the allergies were kicking my butt.
Tomorrow I will catch the ferry to Grenna, DK.
We had several good farm tours and learned a lot about the land and
farms. Many thanks to Erik, Bobil, Jan, MaiBritt, Thorsten and Frida.
In Sweden you can buy three types of beer. 1) Weak = 2.2%, 2) Strong
= 3.5% or 3) Export = 5.0%.
We are so lucky. Thank you Erik and Bidal.
It was a great event with approximately 50 people. Great food,
stories and songs were shared by all.
As I rode from camp at Leberget to the reunion at Glimminvagen via
Angelholm I encountered a wide variety of riding and sights. Between
Leberget and Angleholm I rode paved but peaceful one lane roads from
farm town to farm town. Then between Angelholm and Glimmingevagen I
rode more one lane roads plus everything from dedicated bike paths, to
seaside dirt roads and wooded dirt trails.
The route I haphazardly rode was anything but straight or direct but
that was OK. I was riding my bike to enjoy the country side by
slowing things down. Getting from point A to point B in the most
direct way or shortest amount of time was not the point of bringing my
bike.
In a post about Copenhagen I mentioned how things are open late and
there are a ton of people out. Just so you don't get confused, that
is ONLY in Copenhagen and not the rest of Denmark or Sweden. As I
biked through the countryside yesterday and today from Copenhagen to
Leberget, SE to Glimminage, SE it was impossible for me to find
anything to eat but a gas station pastry and a ferry pre-packed
sandwich. So last night when I got to camp I ate my pre-packed
sandwich with a few m&m's and went to bed hangry.
Then this morning I woke up early and decided to start pedalling. I
left camp at 6:30 and was hopeful I might find a good breakfast
place. Well, those hopes were crushed as I biked from town to town
where everything was closed and no one was outside except for an
occasional farmer or jogger.
Eventually I found my way to Rabocka camping in Angleholm where I
learned restaurants don't open until 11am on Sundays. I don't know
how the Swedish do it but I like my breakfast before 10 at the VERY
latest.
Fortunately Rabocka had a camp store. The choices were sparse like
might be found in communist Cuba but at this point food was food. I
got chips for the salts I sweated out, 3 pastries because those were
the only ones left, a bottle of mineral water because that was my only
choice and a little thing chocolate drink.
Mark
B.
http://oklacolo.blogspot.com
In addition to the Nutella I had several coffees, orange juices,
cheeses, meats and hot fresh breads for my jam and Nutella. That may
sound like a lot of food and it was but if I had known it would be my
last meal for 26 plus hours and 100 miles of biking I would have
forced down a couple more servings.
