Friday 3 July 2015

Into the land of Ikea and Abba.


Wednesday, 01 Jul
With a successful morning routine completed by 7.15am we were off for a 7.30am service for Springy. Things came to an abrupt stop when we realised the gates to the camping site were locked until 8am. Bugger. Luckily, someone opened them at 7.45 and we were off!

After a successful service, we crossed over to Sweden by tunnel and bridge. Once into the land of horned Vikings, Abba and Ikea we headed north, our first stop was…. Ikea! Not surpringly to me, it looked just like the Ikeas in Australia, much to the disappointment of Dee.  

The end of our travelling day was in the city of Halstad. A very nice place with cobble stoned streets in the central market area and very little signage that I shouldn’t be driving there. After accidentally finding the town’s information office (no signage or street signs and only found because we were window shopping and it looked like an information place) we did some basic grocery shopping, Dee bought another pair of pants and I bought myself one of those vests with a hundred pockets (well, a dozen) so I can be an intrepid explorer and carry stuff without lugging around my backpack everywhere.

I think I’m trying to become the stereotypical foreign tourist………

Sweden felt so different. I didn’t expect the flatness, the wheat fields or the clear blue sky that just seemed to stretch on. Maybe I was expecting the fjords straight up. It also was wonderfully warm without being too much so. It must be a recent change of weather though as we saw enough people looking lobster red by the end of the day. As we are a pale blue family almost pathologically afraid of the sun, we found it amazing, almost shocked, by the lack of sun safety by most of the people we saw.

We finally found our place for the night, even with the hindrance of the local map provided by the ‘Where’s Wally’ information Office. It’s a beautiful stony beach actively used by the locals with views to Denmark and the North Sea.

Thursday, 02 Jul

With clear day and non-early start, I went for a short walk/run and finished off with a 100 situps and a few pushups. The girls were so impressed they joined in and did a few situps themselves, just to prove to me they could.

One thing that is seriously lacking in Europe is the lack of op / charity shops and Dee has been showing severe withdrawal symptoms. In the UK you could find 4-5 in the main streets of any town. As I was driving through one town looking for a place to have morning tea, I saw the red cross and a large banner proclaiming it to be a second hand shop. We quickly changed plans for morning tea and headed in. Unfortunately, we were early by 20 minutes, so we had a coffee and biscuit and waited. Well, I did anyway. Dee was anxious, making plans to finish her coffee later as she saw people entering the building before the official time. Someone may be buying THAT THING that she was destined to buy. There were other people waiting outside, circling, circling, waiting for the first drop of blood to hit the water to trigger an uncontrollable feeding frenzy. Well, that’s what it looked like to me anyway. It must be pension day or something as there were quite a few elderly shoppers eyeing each other off, making sure they have a good position. The workers brought out a rack of clothes and a trolley of books, hoping to sate the mob’s desire but I think it had the opposite effect. We did walk out with a few nice things and Dee was riding high on a wave of purchasing pleasure without having to worry about buyer’s guilt.

We’ve stopped for the night at the town of Henan on the island of Orust. We’re staying in the town’s yacht club’s car park. There were already half a dozen camper vans by the time we arrived, the owners already in deck chairs soaking up the sun, their hard, wrinkled skin browning and becoming more corrugated. Not a smiling face amongst these miserable bastards. We went for a walk to get some cash, look at craft shops and finding a library that had free internet.

Ever since I started Dark Age re-enacting I’ve had numerous people ask me if it’s because of my Swedish heritage. The funny thing is that I’m Irish/Cornish and unless something happened one night with one of my many grandmothers down through the ages, I don’t knowingly have any Swedish blood. Now that I’m in Sweden, the Swedish don’t believe I’m not Swedish…….. And when I speak to them, they don’t believe I’m Australian because I’m too well spoken.

Off to Oslo tomorrow to see fjords and some Viking stuff.

Friday, 03 Jul

After annoying the owners of the yacht club by parking during the ‘night’ near a 3 point power point (because we have one) and not near the 5 point power points (because we don’t) as the guy who took our parking money said it was OK, we started preparing for our drive to Oslo.

The fridge started to tick after I came back from PT which is a good indication the gas bottle is now empty. I hooked up the second bottle so everything is fine for the next 2-3 weeks. The problem we now have is we can’t ‘swap and go’ the gas bottles as Calgor gas only supplies to the UK and not to Europe. We were told this wasn’t the case when we first entered into the contract with them but you can’t easily get gas anywhere else in the UK now. I’m hoping to find a gas company that is willing to fill our bottle instead of having to buy a European one. Not only is this a cost issue but we have to figure out where to store the third empty bottle.

We noticed that Springy was making those weird lurching actions when accelerating again, so we pulled over and replaced the fuel filter (man card stamped) with the spare we bought when we replaced the original filter. We must have picked up a cruddy tank of fuel in the previous afternoon. A side visit in Stockholm next week may be on the cards to get a few more spare filters.

Morning tea was at a Rastaplaz / Information area where they found a whale’s skeleton up on the top of a hill. They believe it was over 14,000 years old and the sea level was about 90m above where we were. There must have been some serious geological activity occurring to raise the ocean floor that high (or some Noah induced flood action).

We lunched in the car park of the University of Oslo as a Wikipedia search (if it’s good enough for politicians…) said 3 Viking ships were on display there. It was actually 15 minutes down the road…

The Viking Skips Huset in Oslo was amazing. It houses 3 found funeral Viking ships with many of their items found with them, such as carts, cooking equipment and chests. Again, this is the original artifacts that I’ve read in books or seen on the internet.

We’ll have another quick look around Oslo tomorrow and head east towards Stockholm, hopefully being there by Monday afternoon.


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