Shortly after leaving Vallhalla, it became evident that the rain wasn't going to hold off. I would love to think it was my predictive skills, but more the observation that the two Swedish cyclists who had just passed had dismounted and were donning their rain gear. I already had my rain jacket on, but waited a little while before getting my rain pants out.
Just before Frosa kyrka, I was joined by a Polish pilgrim, Alexander(?) who had walked from Sundsvall, and I was the first pilgrim he had met. We got out of the rain and had a late morning tea at the Froso pilgrim centre and a nice chat to one of the volunteers. Then it was back into the rain.
Shortly after passing the airport, a dozen or so young soldiers came jogging past in formation, all carrying large packs surmounted by a bed roll. Not the sort of load I would want to be carrying.
By this time, the rain was easing, and I was facing a short stretch of the E14 because I was taking the cycling route here, not the hiking route.Læs mere
11. juli, Sverige ⋅ 🌧 16 °C