The first day, here we go again

It started around 06:00. The plan was a "relaxed" stretch of 60km to a shelter. But more on that later.

If Google hadn't told me that I'm in Sweden, I would have thought it was Mecklenburg. Wide land and fields, the houses look a bit different, but otherwise like Mecklenburg—ah, but there is a huge difference.

You have 5G everywhere! The picture is just to show Tatu, look I’m out here in the countryside and there’s 5G.

At some point, I reached the shelter and wanted to rest around 10 o'clock. Since I barely slept and was actually really exhausted.

That was the shelter and the area was really nice too. When I arrived, a few German scouts were just about to leave.

The surroundings were also really beautiful. It would have been the perfect place for the first night. But somehow, something bothered me. Some might say that I had to pass through a military training area to get there, and that's why I might have wanted to leave, or that it was because every now and then, vehicles were passing that day, but no. That wasn't it. What bothered me was that it was roughly 12 o'clock and I wasn't as tired as I had hoped. So onward... just anywhere... the same game again.

No, I had already found another shelter good 130km further.

Okay, it was a few more kilometers by ferry.

But this way, I could enjoy the landscape once more.

Honestly, it was a pain to enjoy. For a good 40km, it was just uphill and downhill. And because the bag on the Brompton braked really well in the front, it was actually terrible. After 10km, I was already thinking that I would just stay here and set up the tent. My preferred way was pushing or 2-gear. By the way, I had modified my backpack so I could still attach the solar panel to charge my phone. That actually works really well too.

At some point after I had been pushing the bike on field paths or gravel paths because the small tires slip very quickly, I reached Ystad to take the ferry to Rönne on the island of Bornholm. (Bornholm belongs to Denmark; I wasn't aware of that, reading maps is also overrated.) At 17:30 we started, and 1 hour and 20 minutes later, we were over there. Thanks to the Brompton, I was again just a "foot passenger"; very practical, that thing.

From there, who would have thought it, we proceeded. To my actual sleeping spot which I had intended to reach only on the 2nd day.

It was of course a super beautiful view throughout the ride. And there was only a light wind and really a lot of uphill, which I found very pleasant after about 100km. As you can see in the photos, it was already quite late. So I arrived around 22 o'clock. Unfortunately, the shelter was occupied, but I had zero interest in continuing or even setting up the tent. It was supposed to rain in the morning (according to Windy). Luckily, there was something like a "porch" with a veranda where I ended up sleeping.

It was okay, I left the Brompton outside and put my stuff underneath. (I took the photos the next morning)