Published: 31.08.2022
With a little sleep, I arrived in Malmö on a night train. I strolled along the coastal promenade at the Øresund Strait between Sweden and Denmark and could see the outlines of Copenhagen in the background. There was a gentle breeze and the air smelled like sea salt. After a few minutes, I came across a bathing pier and saw some people jumping into the water. I quickly changed and jumped into the water from the approximately three-meter high jetty. It was impressively warm and later I found out that it was 23°C. After a few rounds of swimming and some jumps, I continued on my way.
A Couchsurfer invited me for a coffee at his place and we talked for a while about human nature and the freedom of the mind. He offered to wash my laundry and take a shower. I guess my body odor was no longer the most pleasant after 3 weeks in the wilderness. I gratefully accepted and in the meantime, we cooked ourselves lunch. When I was fresh in clean clothes again, we left his apartment.
The Swede with Venezuelan background gave me a tour of the small coastal town and even shared my enthusiasm for trees. He showed me churches, parks, and the scene districts of Malmö. After this city tour, we headed back to the beach.
We had arranged to play volleyball with other Couchsurfers and played with different groups until sunset. When it got too dark, the group split up and I found another group that also wanted to swim, like me. I joined them and we walked to the pier. I threw my clothes aside, ran down the pier, and jumped into the warm water with a dive. Another group was busy with a competition of fountains at the same time, and I watched the Swedes from the water as they performed their jumping tricks. After swimming, I talked to one of them and he told me a little bit about summer and winter in Malmö.
When I was dressed and dry again, I found a secluded spot on the promenade and set up the hammock, where I am now lying and writing.