One of the many lessons I should have learnt is that, if the food looks dodgy it probably is. I think the vague looking sandwich I had on the ferry to Sweden had been made by someone long retired from the catering business. Luckily I have three pair of cycling shorts and stayed in a somewhat grand hotel that night in Varberg. Somewhat recovered, I set off for Gothenburg some 90 k away, passing thru some rather picturesque areas.

and small ports and numerous bath houses.

In Gothenburg I stayed with the Ellegårds who live atop one of the highest mountains in the city meaning a hockey stick climb higher than just about all of Denmark and certainly higher than any on my journey so far.

It turns out that I arrived on the eve of Sweden’s National Holiday. So next day Lotta, Lars and went for a 10k coastal row around some islands – but only after Lars had raised the club colors and Swedish Flag

oh, plus a 10k ride to get there another back up the “hill”.

Another lesson I have learnt is – don’t assume you can take your bike on the trains – even if the Raileurope.com site says you can. Sweden does not allow bikes on trains. So… Another change of plans and instead of heading to Oslo then taking the train to Stockholm,