I have said it before, I will likely say it again, but gah – gah, gah and double gah. Three weeks I haven’t kept up with the nuts and bolts of the blog, dear reader, and I know that you are feeling the dearth of information and fun in your life as I am feeling the dreadful apathy of keeping it up, but for the sake of tradition, a sense of adventure, a commitment to seeing this bold thing through, that neither of us feel and, frankly, because I worry about your sense of well being if you can’t hear me drone on about stuff as per, let’s give this thing a whirl.
It’s got to be abridged though. The whole day by day thing isn’t working, obvs. I am thinking about a more general sort of icky wotsit summat or other ‘this is how it all felt, in a mindfulness way’ type of blog, but I am not sure I have it in me tbh. Let’s see what happens.
Week 3 (did you see what I did, abbreviating a whole week by just omitting the days? It’s this kind of savvy author trick that will get this thing viral): Ok, next week is Flynn(aka The Boy Wonder)’s birthday, nine years old, so obviously some sort of treat was required, and was wonderfully delivered this week in the shape of Legoland, the original one in Billund, where the stuff was invented. It was the normal theme park day of rollorcoasters and queuing for rollercoasters, except that we were almost the only English people there, so hardly anyone was shouting at or hitting their children. After an extremely long day we tripped half an hour down the coast to a small marina, which was free and lovely, see pic below, in the small town of Fredericia.
From here we travelled down to Svendborg, South Denmark, again lovely and everyone so friendly, and from there to Copenhagen. We stayed a couple of nights in a campsite close to the city to explore, although tbh most city campsites aren’t great and this one wasn’t either, so you really only use them as a base to get to the city. Copenhagen was cute, in an olde worlde European way, but it didn’t exactly touch the parts that other cities can’t reach. Maybe we’re spoilt by being from a big city and having visited many more. Maybe it was just raining. Maybe I am an old, grumpy so and so who should consider himself luckier than he does. Yep, probably the rain. More to come on that. We did really enjoy the Copenhagen street food market, which is in a warehouse on the river. All the cool kids, and us, were eating there, add it to your list if you’re visiting, and tell Claudius at the Brazilian meat stall we said hi. Tell him it was the gingers from London, who were polite and therefore got extra meat.
We climbed this tower!
After Copenhagen we crossed the rather marvellously expensive Oresund Bridge, nearly 8km of impressive engineering suspension metal, but the £49.58 toll seemed lumpy to me. It did, however, pay the way to wonderful Malmo, so we’re now in Sweden, which had a much hipper, new and less stuffy feel to it than Copenhagen. After biking through a nudist area (gentle reader, don’t be concerned that a theme is developing here, and if it does, no pictures will ruin our time together) we hit a beach area where the good folk of Malmo have provided basketball, volleyball, tightrope walking, and all manner of sports games and brand new equipment for all to enjoy. So we did. We stayed on another marina here, again with rather marvellous facilities for not much money, and talked to lots of wonderful Swedish people. I can’t imagine approaching tourists in London and asking them if they are enjoying the country and giving them tips, but that happens in Sweden. They’re a good lot.
We did a bunch of other stuff, we chased a sea otter, and in a surprising break with tradition caught up with it, we climbed a small mountain and, in keeping with tradition, it rained when we got to the top of it, but frankly if I told you everything I’d have nothing to talk to you about over a glass of something in the future. So there.
Week four is it?: It is starting to become difficult to remember what day it even is at this stage. Without a timetable that needs to be adhered to, other than be back in the UK to catch a flight at the end of October, the need to concentrate on mundane things like what day it is start to lose relevance. That and, obviously, keeping up with your own bloody blog. Right, where were we – ah, Malmo, lovely Malmo, we bid you farewell and head up towards Halmstad, where as The Boy Wonder actually turns nine we spend a day go-karting, once outdoor and once indoor, and eating massive burgers. Nine year olds have rarely had such good taste, we all had a ball.
From here we jogged 50 miles up the coast to a little place just south of Varberg (still Sweden, do keep up reader) where we had an outbreak of sunny weather so decided to stay for three nights and ride bikes, visit beaches and generally have a lovely time. We also did all the washing, but the best thing about it was that it means that this weeks blog can be so easily finished. Or can it? Maybe I am hiding some secret facts away (I’m not, but a little bit of intrigue never hurts). Anyway, this leads us to another city, just up the cost, Gothenburg.
Gothenburg is lovely, feels like Malmo but with an old feel to it still, so grand, but cool. We stayed a few miles north of the city, to avoid the city campsite, and caught a very clean, pleasant, and obviously expensive bus into town. As you would expect in Sweden, everyone was ridiculously polite and friendly, even the bus drivers, so that sweetens the £5 pill of the fare. We were given a map of the city with some suggested walk times between various parts, so we went from fish market to fortress to cool side of town to food market in a few hours, and enjoyed it all. Great place for a city break if you need inspiration in that area.
Leaving Gothenburg brought us to a lovely little marina, with the poshest toilets, see our Scandanavia on a budget post, and then onwards into Norway – the end of our fourth week bringing up our seventh country. I am tired even reading it. Our first night in Norway was spent, as tradition dictates, on a fjord – or possibly just an inlet, the tourist legislature isn’t all that and sometimes you do wonder. Anyway, the kids spent the time fishing while we generally reel (did you see what I did there?) at the majesty of it all – more of that to come in week 5, Norway does majesty in spades.