started off sweden on the wrong footpeg. serves me right for choosing my first destination based on the name of my IKEA sofa. the day was windy, there was too much wind and even more, there was…what’s that blustery breezy shit that knocks motorcycles from their lanes? oh yes, WIND… crossing the öresund bridge from denmark to sweden was precarious… such a timid looking bridge over a wimpy little sea… what went wrong? heading north upon crossing along the coast, should have gotten a clue from the legions of windmill on the horizon… wouldn’t have mattered, i’d have gone ahead anyway, but it just made for a really tiring day…
then the rain came… stayed ahead of it, stayed behind it, but inevitably couldn’t avoid it… got doused… had it. enough. forget the camping… days like this call for a hotel….
the reason i prefer small towns while traveling is that they are easy to sort out in the moment… no planning required. arrival in göteborg was tedious. the only map i had available was the microscopic lonely planet map, which has become subatomic since losing my reading glasses… still i behaved as though i knew what i was doing… there’s a winning premise… lost, turned aorund and frustrated i finally found the hotel i sought… but, full. right. holiday weekend approaching. midsummers. big deal here in sweden. all hotels pretty much full. i did catch the break of the day when anika (they’re all anika) got me a room elsewhere… i then spent the evening walking around a town that shut down early… ate a burger… watched brazil whomp japan in world cup… went to bed.
i am really living large.