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Örebro

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  • Day421

    Arriving to WWOOF at Jan-ols Gården

    August 21, 2017 in Sweden

    We drove the short distance between our stopover and the farm that would be our home for the next two weeks. Jan-ols Gården was reached via a gravel track off the main road. We parked beside the riding school ring and jumped out to meet Mikaela who was there to greet us. Walking up to the house there was a field of small ponies on our right and a field with the larger ponies and horses on our left. The goats were in their field at the bottom of the hill.

    We met Salomé then Mikael, both WWOOFers from France who had been at Jan-ols Gården for a number of weeks (Mikael was on his second placement there). In the house we were introduced to Tobbe, Mikaela's partner, their Saluki Charlie and Afghan Hound Howie. We later met Olivia, (Tobbe's daughter) and the two house cats, one of which was an extremely affectionate Rag Doll called Luva. Vicky felt wonderful being around so many animals and Will loved having new people to chat to!

    That afternoon we drove the short way to Olivia's house that the family was in the process of renovating to make it fit to live in. Poppy sat out under the shade of a tree while we shifted a huge pile of branches and small trees and created a stack ready for a bonfire. We enjoyed the work until near the end when we discovered 2 Adders who appeared to have made a home out of our assigned project! We switched to removing the electric fence from the posts surrounding the field and returned, hoping they'd moved house!

    After a while Tobbe's parents came over and introduced themselves, before picking a bucket of rasberries for the family and WWOOFers. They chatted with us for a while, with Tobbe's Dad Roger, using 'Svenglish' (a cross between Swedish and English!) We enjoyed feeling part of a team again.

    We returned to the farm in the afternoon and ate lunch in a relaxed and jovial atmosphere. Later we walked back to Olivia's house and finished shifting the wood and dismantling the electric fence so that a sturdy wire mesh could be erected to protect the goats from wolves roaming the surrounding forest.

    Back at the farm we put the goats on leads and led them from the field to the stable. When we say we 'led' the goats, what we actually did was to hang on to their leads while they pulled us towards any tasty looking foliage. They were a lot stronger than expected and we sometimes felt we were being drawn and quartered, but it was lots of fun, especially when the kids came running in after them and we had to round up the stragglers by picking up the little balls of soft fur and carrying them in!

    Around 9:30pm the 6 of us shared a meal of pasta bolognaise in the large country kitchen and dining room before returning to the stables, giving the goats more warm water and carrying the kids to their separate pen with a bag of hay for the night, so the nannies would be ready for milking in the morning.
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  • Day424

    One of the pleasures of staying at Jan-ols Gården was the new things we learned, using and improving our existing skills and knowledge.

    We'd both had a little experience of goats but were shown what amazingly affectionate creatures they could be when treated with love and respect as they were here. Will's face as he sat in the stable getting his neck licked by one of them, bore an expression of pure delight. He was taught how to attach the milking machine and we learned what the goats needed to physically thrive and produce quality milk (warm water to drink, good hay and bark to eat, exercise outside and a warm dry stable at night with brush bristles to scratch themselves on). Our favourite times with the goats were running alongside the kids when they were released from their pen and fled together to the field to find their Mums. Just before bed we'd often go and sit in the stable and they'd climb all over us, nibbling and nuzzling. Vicky lost quite a bit of hair to their teeth but it was probably replaced by the hay which got embedded in her dreads. A real highlight was the fresh warm milk we'd have every morning and the feta and cream cheese we got to eat, knowing it had been produced by the same goats we were caring for.

    Years had passed since either of us had been on a horse but here we both got to go out riding. Will was disappointed he only got to go out once on a lead rein, but he did get to ride Aragon, Mikaela's amazing white Shire horse who was star of the show and who nobody else but Mikaela rode out while we were there. Vicky got 4 rides on Goliath (pronounced GooleeAt) a gorgeous forward going black horse belonging to Olivia, Oscar an Icelandic Pony (or Fjord horse as they are known in Sweden), who was sure footed and food orientated and finally a couple of rides on Merlin, the wonderful young dapple grey Shire horse who she fell in love with. The horses walked, trotted and galloped over steep hillsides covered in heather, lingonberry and bilberry bushes, bog and slippery sheet rock. We occasionally came across a fallen tree over which we jumped and on the narrow paths we needed to concentrate hard, duck and weave so as not to get whipped around the face with pine branches. Galloping through this terrain on Merlin was Vicky's highlight and something she'll remember for the rest of her life. There was however, quite a bit of learning to do in order to adapt to riding without a saddle and stirrups and using the loose rein technique of signalling to the horse what you would like it to do, instead of using your legs and heals as we'd both previously learned. At one point Merlin jumped up and kicked out when breaking into a canter and Vicky grabbed the handle attached to his back pad. The handle promptly came away in her hand, but on a quiet day she was able to put her sewing skills to use, fixing this and reattaching part of a sheepskin to another pad that had been in need of repair for some time.

    The horses walked barefoot and because they had no metal shoes, Jan-ols Gården was able to maintain their hooves without the need for a blacksmith, cutting and filing back excess growth every 3 or so weeks. This was fascinating to watch but not as incredible as the Liberty Dressage Mikaela practiced with the two Shires, Aragon and Merlin and the little white Shetland Pony Indigo. When the horses heard the music that accompanied their training they became very excited. Using just hand signals and the direction of a stick, Mikaela rode without reins and from the ground she directed them to canter around the ring, kneel down and little Indigo even ran figures of eight underneath Aragon and Merlin before lying down on his side like a dog would! Incredible!

    Will found his calling piling wooden fence posts into the ground with a lump hammer - something he was very good at. Tobbe's Dad Roger wanted him to stay 2 months so they could work together and complete the fence, teaching each other their languages. There often wasn't a lot of direction with tasks but Vicky had decided to go with the flow and got a real sense of achievement working together with Salomé to check, repair and replace some parts of the electric fence around the goats' field.

    A huge change for us was the diet. We needed to eat a lot more than usual because we were working so hard, but we also ate a lot more meat than we ever normally would. Mikaela amd Tobbe didn't eat any carbs so cooked a lot of fish and mince. They bought the WOOFers bread, biscuits, rice, pasta, oats and fruit but these were kept and prepared separately.

    We worked every day and didn't get time off to go anywhere by ourselves (which worked well for us) but we did get an evening where we all drove to one of the many nearby lakes and had a fire in one of the fire pits provided. Our hosts had made special meatballs and cabbage salad which we ate with bbq'd sausages in buns. Tobbe brought some beer and cider from the Kopparberg brewery where he was a service engineer and Mikaela and Olivia brought their fire poi and stick to put on a display that Will joined in with. We took Olivia, Mikael then Salome out in the canoe as the sun was setting and the moon rising. It was a beautifully still and clear evening and a light mist rolled over the surface of the water. The lack of cloud meant that it was cold but we got the best view of the stars we had for a long time, looking up with a border of silhouetted pines, we gazed at the Milky Way and saw a shooting star with a long tail whizz accross the sky- magic! Being used to only each others' company, it made it extra special to share the night with others.
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  • Day430

    We have made a 15minute video of our time at Jan-Ols: https://youtu.be/MOIvfxdfOY0
    We hope you like it!

    14 months spent mostly by ourselves was a long time. By staying with Mikaela, Tobbe and Olivia at Jan-Ols Gården we'd hoped to gain some sense of what it was like to live as a family in Sweden, but we were also nervous about the fact we'd committed ourselves to spending so much time around people didn't know.

    Right from the beginning we knew we'd struck lucky with our choice of farm. The welcome we received was warm but relaxed so we began to feel at home very quickly. Mikaela and Tobbe didn't eat any carbs but bought in pasta, potatoes, bread and biscuits for us WWOOFers and we were encouraged just to help ourselves from the fridge and explore the cupboards in the spacious country kitchen come dining room to find out where everything was kept.

    Conversation was easy because most of the time we had a purpose to get a job done and were working alongside people to do it. Spending from 8am to about 10:30pm each day with the family, Salomé and Mikael, we got to know them quickly and fell easily into being around them.

    Mikaela directed the morning and evening work with the goats and horses. Because the work was so familiar to her, she wouldn't always explain tasks in depth but we became Salomé and Mikael's apprentices and could always ask Mikaela if we weren't sure. She was passionate about animal welfare and seemed to know everything there was to know about the horses and goats. With just a little encouragement she would talk in detail about their histories, characters and how she worked with them and kept them happy.

    Tobbe was on holiday from his job at the Kopparberg Brewery when we arrived and directed the work on the clearance and fence at Olivia's house. He also spent a lot of time working on his and other people's cars in his garage, a converted farm building at the back of the house. When he had a spare minute he would help with the jobs around the farm. Tobbe seemed quiet at first but we soon discovered he had a great sense of humour, was open, patient and thoughtful towards others, despite having a lot on his mind.

    We didn't see as much of Tobbe's daughter Olivia because she was out working for a ventilation company each weekday and would often visit her grandparents and Mum at the weekends. She would return from her day job and not even take time to change before beginning work on the farm. Like Tobbe she was open, with her own distinctive humour and would keep a caring eye out, taking time to help us if we looked lost or unsure. It was a pleasure to take her out in the canoe on the lake at sunset where she learned very quickly how to paddle well and relax, enjoying the view.

    Olivia had a super relationship with her Grandad Roger, who we worked with on many days, putting up fence posts around her house. Will and Roger, who was nearly 75, got on particularly well and we were tempted with his suggestion that we stay an extra 2 months, finish the fencing with him and learn Swedish while teaching him English! He helped Tobbe, Mikaela and Olivia out almost every day (apart from when important sports events were scheduled). Although we didn't see Tobbe's Mum more than once (when collecting rasberries for the family and WWOOFers) her presence was felt at home through the saucepan trivets, socks and wooly jumpers she'd knitted. Howie the Afghan hound even sported a pirate jumper she'd made specially! It gave us a warm feeling to see the close relationships they had and made us keen to make the most of our time with our own family when we return to the UK.

    The other WWOOFers only added to the feeling of family. Mikael was on his second visit and had been there the longest, so he knew a lot about the routines and how best to do the jobs, but he was easy going and funny. He returned home to France 8 days after we arrived but had plans to get a job in Sweden and we doubted it would be long before he would be back. We spent the most time with sprightly Salomé. At 19 she was the youngest in the group but determined, independent and hardworking. We don't know where she got the energy to run between jobs but we suspect it had something to do with the copious amounts of bread she loved to eat! Her English was excellent and leagues better than our French but she insisted we correct her slight misspronunciations and teach her new words. She claimed she'd fallen in love with Olivia (for her beautiful house in the forest and the land around it) and asked her to marry her, even presenting her with a ring made of plaited hay on the final day. She was a great person to be around! On the day she left, Julia arrived. She was taking time out between study and a job teaching Art in secondary school back in Germany. We spent two full days with Julia but the impression we got was of a warm, friendly person with an appetite to learn about the world and to help those in it.

    As well as the people like us who were staying at Jan-Ols, there was a lively community of riders, some women who kept their horses at the farm and girls in their teens, who ensured the place rarely felt empty. Mikaela had everyone care for the horses and ponies they rode so every day at least a few, but usually about a dozen people were involved in mucking out the horses' and ponies' fields, feeding, riding and calling 'Hej Hej' when they passed us.

    We thrived on being part of the Jan-Ols Gården community, engaging with others and working alongside them. It felt good to be relied upon and for people to know who we were and why we were there. We were exhausted by the physical work, and being 'on call' for the long days but we got used to it quickly and the time to say goodbye seemed to come around too soon.

    After leaving we found for a few days that we had little motivation to do things and it felt strange being just the two of us and Poppy again. The experience had been good for our fitness but had also given us a really refreshing mental break.
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  • Day438

    Stora Koviken restplace beside Vättern

    September 7, 2017 in Sweden

    Leaving Nora where we'd stayed for the last 3 nights, we put diesel in the tank and started south in search of van facilities. After 6 weeks in Sweden we'd given up hope of seeing wild Elk, but as is often the case, now that we'd stopped looking, we passed two of the huge beasts munching away happily in a field of wheat, beside the dual carriageway! We only saw them for a moment but it was exciting all the same!

    As we travelled and when we pulled in to our overnight restplace, signs that summer was over and autumn had arrived, availed us. Grass verges sported all sorts of brown, red, orange and cream coloured mushrooms, the forest floor was in full fungal bloom. Bracken whose green fronds had previously blended in to other foliage now stood out in gold and brown. The Silver Birches were the first to turn, their yellow leaves now glowing against the fading green of other deciduous trees. Orange red Rowan berries added warm splashes of colour to the canopy layer. We had the heating on most mornings now and outside white steam puffed from the vent, highlighted by the low rays of the sun that rose just before Vicky did.

    Stora Koviken restplace wasn't large but it had paths leading down over the carpet of pine needles to the rocky shore of Vättern Lake, the second largest in Sweden. We'd visited Vättern on our journey northwards back in June but had chosen to travel down along the less populated western side this time. Our vantage point was at the head of a U-shaped cove in which an island stood. The water was clear but cold enough for Will to don his wetsuit when he snorkeled out to and around the island. The cove lent the charm of a smaller lake to the vast expanse of water we knew lay beyond it, stetching out right to the horizon. Most of the time we were the only ones there and down on the bank it was very peaceful. We spent 2 nights here and Vicky edited a video and knitted while Will fished. He didn't catch anything but one of the nights we did enjoy the grilled Mackerel he'd caught and frozen in Norway.
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  • Day419

    Saxen Lake

    August 19, 2017 in Sweden

    We toyed with the idea of staying at the pretty bathing area on Vänern for a third night, but we woke to heavy rain that was forecast to stay with us all day, so we moved on. We'd intended our next stop to be a Stallplass by a lake in the town of Flipstad. It was on Park4Night as a free stopover but when we got there, we found they charged 140SEK (just less than £14) for 24 hours and 170SEK if you wanted electricity. The access to the town and a park was good and the view of the lake was nice but the parking bays were sloped and we were near a road. Feeling spoiled because we knew we'd probably be able to find a good place to stay for free, we used the service point and drove on.

    Shortly afterwards we came across a circular gravel car park hidden away in the woods. A 30 second walk through the trees and we were on the shore of Saxen Lake, a good sized body of water lined with forest and the occasional boat house or pretty little home peeking out from amidst the greenery. Will made a beeline for the water and enjoyed floating on his back, soaking in the sun's warmth, before swimming over to a headland about 250m away.

    It had been pretty humid and we'd had a lot of washing to dry. We never like to be seen as taking up more space than necessary in small but well used communal parking areas like the one we'd stayed at for the previous 2 nights, but we were the only ones at tonight's stopover, so felt free to fling open the windows and doors to get some much needed fresh air into the van. We had a peaceful night's stay and enjoyed the isolation.
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  • Day420

    WWOOFing at Jan-ols Gården

    August 20, 2017 in Sweden

    Before we left the UK we spent the majority of our time doing voluntary work. It gave us a great feeling of being part of something bigger than ourselves and contributing towards something positive. When we began our journey we left that part of our lives behind, but we missed it, so began looking around for opportunities and came across WWOOF, (Worldwide Work Opportunities on Organic Farms). WWOOF originated in the UK back in the 1970s as Working Weekends On Organic Farms and Will had done a couple of placements in his younger days. After having been on the road for nearly 14 months, working only for ourselves, we were keen to get involved.
    We also hoped we may be able to learn some new skills, knowledge and gain a deeper understanding of Sweden through eating and working closely with our hosts. We'd paid €25 for a 1 year's membership of WWOOF Sweden before searching online for a host. Vicky has always loved animals, horses in particular and when she saw that Jan-ols Gården was a riding school with two shire horses and a herd of goats, she knew she wanted to work there. Will liked the sound of it and the farm needed help with a lot of tasks that we had experience of, so we applied to them and were really excited when they accepted our request!

    Normally the organic farm offers accommodation (in our case a place to park the van) and provides meals in exchange for labour. No money changes hands. We suspected we might find it quite a shock to stay in one place for 2 whole weeks, working and living alongside people we'd never met, to a schedule that wasn't our own. We were used to spending only one or two nights at any one place and enjoying the occasional visit from good friends or family. However, we were really looking forward to doing something very different and to all the challenges and excitement that would inevitably come with it!

    To find out more about WWOOF go to wwoof.net
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  • Day423

    Settling into Jan-ols Gården

    August 23, 2017 in Sweden

    Over the next few days at the farm we settled into a routine. The hours were long with us grabbing a small bite to eat in the house from 8am and putting the kids to bed after 10pm. The first jobs would be to give hay and water to the billy goats and rabbit, before giving water to Indigo and Belle (the two shetland ponies in the garden), the ponies and the horses in the top fields. Next the milking nannies were released from their stable two by two in order. They'd run and leap up on the milking table where they would munch enthusiastically on oats while Mikaela cleaned them and attached the milking machine to their teats. When finished, the pair would jump down and drink some warm water before being led out to the paddock on their leads. Meanwhile, Albin and Joice, the horses kept near the goats, would be separated, fed and watered and the buckets in the goats' field would be filled with warm water. When the horses had finished breakfast we could lead the two castrated billy goats and the 6 young goats who weren't yet milking, to the paddock. Once all the adults were out of the stable we'd load their hay racks and when the last two mothers were in the field, we'd open the kids' pen and most of them would run to join their mums. We'd need to round up one or two stragglers and we'd always carry Vesla, a little grey kid whose mother wasn't that attentive. All of the goats were given Viking names, such as Olaf and Grimla.

    After Mikaela washed the milking machine we all headed up to the house for breakfast. During the day we'd either go over to Olivia's place to work on scrub clearance and fencing or get on with jobs around the farm such as mucking out the ponies, clearing up, checking and repairing the electric fence, collecting pine branches from the forest for the goats and chopping the old branches so they could be used as firewood, moving breeze blocks to build a wall, loading hay bales into the barn or tying them up in nets for the horses.

    We'd eat lunch around 3pm and carry on with work afterwards. We'd often have some time in the morning or afternoon to relax but it was difficult to know when this would be or for how long. During the week days riders would come for group lessons or a hack in the forest and Vicky got to join them a couple of times. Mikaela rides bareback and teaches her students to do the same. The horses have soft pads on their backs instead of leather saddles and stirrups. Many of the bridles don't have bits for their mouths and the reins are always held loosely. The horses' feet are unshod and the riders often go barefoot too. It was quite a different experience to the riding Vicky was used to and at first it was challenging to stay on at trot but it felt really good to be more in touch with the animals.

    After the horses were taken care of by their riders and returned to their field, we would go as a group to collect, lead and herd the goats to their stable before eating a meal of fish, bolognaise or stew and relaxing a little until we completed the final job of the night; putting the kids to bed. This was one of the best jobs because we would often sit and stroke the goats, trying to keep our hair, buttons and buckles out of the inquisitive kids' mouths. Each goat had their own distinct personality, some preferred to stay outside and eat but many would enjoy a bit of a cuddle and willingly bond with you. The two castrated billys, Olaf and Ask and a white nanny Edda, with thick soft fur, fawn patches over her eyes and floppy ears were particularly affectionate.

    Some nights Will would return to the rustic charm of the living room to relax and watch a British comedy film with Swedish subtitles. He even got treated to some delicious 25 year old homemade Vodka! Most nights Vicky went straight back to the van to spend time with Poppy after the hard day's work.
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  • Day390

    Ps. RENAME

    June 29, 2017 in Sweden

    As we decided we didn't want to play "Russian Roulette with 5 bullets"** we have re-named our blog to reflect the current route, which has been to cut out Estonia to Russia.
    **as described by a survivor of the Narva-St Petersburg route by bike.

    Despite having Russian Visas, we decided that this trip is more about the overall journey (and surviving!!) than merely just ego and "getting to Russia" at any cost, for the sake of a turning point destination.

    We had such an arduous trip through Poland, stressful back-to-back days sharing roads with heavy traffic through Latvia and Lithuania (despite being the internationally recognised Eurovelo route)...and then we were robbed in Latvia. It got to the point where we were ready for change and wanted to enjoy ourselves again, to be able to sleep without having to watch every shadow.

    We also met people who have cycled Russia-Narva and said that it was 150km of their lives that they never want to repeat. Highways of agressive lorry drivers or side streets with packs of dogs. Not two passtimes that we like too much!

    We were very happy to get on the boat at Riga and are loving Sweden, despite the challenging weather. ;)

    Its all about the journey and we've had great experiences throughout our trip. Onwards we go!
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  • Day436

    Nora

    September 5, 2017 in Sweden

    Our host Mikaela at Jan-Ols Gården had recommended we visit the town of Nora and it seemed as good a place as any to hole up for a few days and rest after our exertions at the farm. We stocked up with the first shopping we'd done in 2 weeks and got on the road again.

    Nora turned out to a great recommendation, it was a pretty little town with pastel coloured wooden board houses, cobbled streets and a white church steeple displaying black clockfaces with golden numerals under a pointed grey slate roof. The rain was heavy when we arrived at the large gravel car park just outside of town, beside a small peaty river running through a corridor of trees. We stayed in the van to keep dry but Vicky felt really low having left Jan-Ols. Luckily the following day was dry and we set off to explore Nora. Shuffling round a few second hand shops a Fair Trade shop and peering through the beautifully dressed windows of craft shops and art galleries really lifted our spirits.

    We'd got out of the habit of going out to eat in Norway, but when we saw Nora Stadshotell's Dagens (daily) Menu board outside for 100SEK (around £10) we thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get back in to the habit and sample a Swedish lunch. The pay up front buffet was set out in a grand but comfortable dining room at the front of the hotel. Tall windows overlooked Nora's main square and whitewashed walls were lit with golden chandeliers and decorated with the odd gilded oval mirror. We both chose the kålpudding (a sausage loaf with a bit of cabbage in), covered it in cream sauce and accompanied it with lingonberries and tatties. Will had a small beer from a selection available on tap and we rounded off with a cup of tea and jammy dodger. It was good value and nice to eat out again.

    We'd heard from our WWOOF hosts that Nora was famous for its icecream so when we finally found NoraGlas we ordered two large cones with vanilla, hazelnut and the day's special of cherry icecream. Vicky's sweet tooth pushed her a step further and she had hers topped with chocolate fudge squares and two milk and white chocolate sticks. They were the best icecreams we'd had since Italy and it took us ages to finish them, even with the help of one of the watchful jackdaws who Vicky fed pieces of her cone by holding it out and allowing the bird to pluck it from her fingers in mid flight.

    The following day, in an attempt to work off the icecream, we launched the canoe on the little river we were parked next to and headed downstream towards the lake. The tunnel of trees changed to tall bulrushes and the wind that blew in off the open water channelled waves up the otherwise flat surface of the river, so that they slapped against our hull. It was a little choppy as we paddled along the shore past the railway museum and bandstand, but when we headed into the wind and across the lake the waves died down in the lee of the tree covered bank opposite. Pretty holiday homes with large gardens of chopped wood and old windsurfers propped up against painted wooden benches lined the opposite shore. Silver tins that once contained candles lay abandoned on rocks and tree stumps on the waterline, perhaps from some sort of festival. The day was overcast and maybe we were still tired from working on the farm but we didn't get quite the same kick out of canoeing as we often do. It is possible that in the back of our minds we knew we were making our way out of Sweden, away from the great expanses of forest and lakes and back to cities and towns in the more densely populated central Europe.
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  • Day390

    Night-time elk visit?!

    June 29, 2017 in Sweden

    Ok, so last night's blog missed out a little of the day's events because we didn't know if this morning was going to mean a trip to the Doctor's. Eeek... and people worry etc. But we're all fine, so its safe to read on!

    Yesterday's ride ended with a Sarah-shaped impression on the stoney road. It had all the ingredients of a classic slide; descent, corner, adverse camber, loose stones, perhaps a little too much speed, combined with a heavy bike and a reflex use of the brakes = ouch.

    Somehow my hands took the full weight of the fall and the air was a little blue with colourful words. The right hand swelled up pretty quickly and the left one had a small chunk of skin missing. Thankfully nothing serious, but it still hurt like crazy and I couldn't ride anymore. Changing gear, using the brakes... even pushing wasn't really great so we set up camp in the forest adjacent to the track. It was a very convenient find, classic hilltop location looking very "jurassic park" with its ferns and pine trees. No ant infestations but instead swarms of mini biting evening flies!

    Peter had the fun task of snipping off the loose bits of skin, cleaning my feet (my shoes were somehow full of stones ?) applying plasters and eating chocolate. What a hero. 🙊

    We made plan A, B, C and D for the morning and went to sleep praying that my right hand was only bruised and that the swelling would go down overnight. Thankfully it did! It was just a nice shade of blue and a little bit fat, but at least I could grip things and get back on the bike with the help of some plaster /bandages to take the pressure of the handlebars of the palms.

    In the early hours of the morning we heard what sounded like a deep cough a few times, then the sound of heavy hooves which got nearer and then faded away again. We guess this may have been an elk?! It was certainly too heavy for a wild boar and I don't think deer make such sounds.... who knows! I don't want to leave Sweden until we've seen an elk!

    We're now in Ankersund and "battening down the hatches" as they would say at sea, the weather report for the next 3 days looks vile. Wind. Rain. Rainwind. Due to Sweden 's sparse population density, supermarkets only tend to pop up on route around 1x per day, shelter is also very hard to find if it rains. As such, we've decided to make it easier for ourselves by finding a reasonably-priced campsite as a base. This should let us bypass the bad weather in a little more comfort and should allow my hands to heal a little before carrying on to Gothenburg.

    We will certainly miss the beauty and peace of the forest as we play the weather game on the shores of one of Swedens largest lakes.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Örebro län, OErebro laen, Örebro, محافظة اوربرو, Лен Эрэбру, Йоребру, Kotar Örebro, Comtat dÖrebro, Provincia de Örebro, Örebro lään, Örebroko konderria, استان اوربرو, Örebron lääni, Condado de Örebro, ארברו, ओरेब्रो लैन, Županija Örebro, Örebro megye, Daerah Örebro, Contea di Örebro, エレブルー県, 외레브로 주, Konteth Örebro, Erebru lėnas, Erebrū lēne, Еребру, Örebro koān, Lehn Örebro, Эребру, Örebro Coonty, Örebro leatna, Еребро, Örebro ili, اوریبرو کاؤنٹی, Lörebroiän, 厄勒布鲁省

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