So it was time to start. Heading towards Vreta. I didn’t looked forward to walk through Sweden as I thought I knew how it should be: boring. I had forgotten that to walk is not the same thing as to drive. You walk other ways, you are coming nearer the landscape and you see other things.
After walking to Vreta, I’m looking forward to go all the way to Danmark. I have now checked which way I will take and I guess I will be quite alone. I will not go through populated places so often. Look at the pictures and you’ll get a foretaste of what it can be.
It was now about two months I went and I didn’t took any notes, so for now I just remenber this great feeling to know that it will take several years to come to Santiago. I know I will enjoy it.
The pics from the stage
Not a so nice nice bridge, but it's the first. It will be many of them.
Not a so nice nice bridge, but it's the first. It will be many of them.
Deers jumping away in the morning.
Deers jumping away in the morning.
It's still cold!
It's still cold!
Birds flying away. Still early.
Birds flying away. Still early.
To Vreta
To Vreta
To Vreta
To Vreta
You'll never guess the name of this place... Gibraltar!
You'll never guess the name of this place... Gibraltar!
Barn or stable in Grensholm.
Barn or stable in Grensholm.
The lake Roxen.
The lake Roxen.
The remainings of the castle of Stjärnorp
The remainings of the castle of Stjärnorp
Well, here is the antipode to Puenta la Reina. I'm on King's bridge, and under is the Motala river running. As green as if it was a moutain torrent.
Well, here is the antipode to Puenta la Reina. I'm on King's bridge, and under is the Motala river running. As green as if it was a moutain torrent.
The locks on Göta Kanal in Berg.
The locks on Göta Kanal in Berg.
Vreta church
Vreta church
Vreta church
Vreta church