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| Leaving Copenhagen |
...but I did not hear a single bar as I rode through fields of whispering wheat onwards to Ystad. We were in Sweden before we knew it - 35 minutes on the train, one scheduled every 20 minutes, with a carriage set aside for bikes and prams. Even with our 15 bikes, there was still room for more. And I suppose we were on sealed bike paths for about a third of our 70kms. Lovely!The costs in Sweden are high so even though I would have liked to stay longer, it may have broken the bank.The highlight of course was being in Ystad, home of Kurt Walllander. It may seem strange to follow landmarks through a town that are pure fiction but that's what I did and loved it.We had a windy ride to Trelleborg but arrived in time to se the town. Highlight was the public gardens replete with chooks - and lots of Austrailian birds in cages including the ubiquitous black swan and budgie.The ferry trip overnight was smooth and if it hadn't been for Maureen's snoring, it would have been peaceful too. We awarded her 8 out of 10 for effort.
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| Home of Kurt |
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| Danish countryside |
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