Sweet Sweden

We arrived in Stockholm after a ferry ride that rivalled a cruise ship. There was entertainment restaurants, bars, a beauty salon, lounge chairs and all sorts going on.

Margit and I at Kristinehamn 

Another massive equestrian farm

In

Morning tea at the workers Cafe

Our table set for dinner at the most gorgeous place

A cold God beer on arrival

A short coffee break at Gnesta

Bruce and Pauline at the workers Cafe

Al Bill and Maureen

Paul on the Train where we caused much consternation at Stockholm

Our new Swedish friend who was very apologetic about the  Police who stopped us from all getting on the same train

Bikes on the train in the approved fashion. Only six bucks per train.

At the national Museum in Stockholm

An absolutely delicious salad

Des pretending to be a Concrete statue

An 18th century drawing in the Stockholm museum

Opulence at the museum

More opulence at the museum

A rather weird water feature at Kristinehamn 

Rolling hills, beautiful farmlands, stately and stylish farm houses with their huge barns in some instances. We have seen a few cows in a couple of balls and some sheep but not very many. I also saw a large fox and a red deer jumped out in front of me and cross the road one morning as we were riding along. We have sought coffee wherever we have gone at about 20 to 30 kilometres into the ride. Our most interesting coffee was had in an industrial estate in a workers canteen. The woman who ran it had made the carrot cake that we devoured with gusto that morning. We have dubbed my riding team The Secret Seven as we are seven in number surprisinly: Margit, Sam, Pauline, Bruce, Karen, Des and myself. after Oslo, however there will only be six of us as Pauline flies home. Navigation has sometimes been a bit tricky, and one day we found ourselves in the middle of an expressway. As it was a Sunday, we weren't expecting it to be busy. It was terrifying. Fortunately, we were able to find a variety of goat tracks and side roads and avoided going anywhere near a major road. This meant we travelled 87 km that day as opposed to a short distance but it certainly was worth it. Spirits are high although we have found getting from this town into Oslo quite problematic. Swedish trains cannot take passengers with bikes over the border and into Norway. This has necessitated much kerfuffling and the splitting of our 18 riders into two groups of nine. None were able to make Oslo and we will see if we can do the same tomorrow.