A busy end in Sweden

Old town Stockholm.

On Oland Island,Sweden Over 12000 standing stones mark tombs from the past, along with windmills from yester year that are no longer in use but still stand as a reminder.

Deer in a field are the only wildlife we have seen a while.

Our friend, Agnetta's back yard to her home that she has restored beautifully.

We had a gret dinner with Agnetta, her son Fred and wife Jenny and their kids. It was a meal of some typical Swedish food; an appetizer of anchovies, served with egg lettuce and dill on rye bread(I guess I do like anchovies!) and from dinner wild boar burgers.

Filip Jers on the harmonica and his quartet.

Skyline of Stockholm.

Flowers in Agnetta's garden, the weather was a little wet to be enjoying sitting out in it but beautiful all the same.

Ken picks strawberries at a farm along the road. When in season berries are everywhere.

A fishermans cabin made a great stop for a free night of camping.

Old Stockholm had many small streets and I dragged Ken down most of them!

Farm after beautiful roadside farm.


What a busy week we have spent as we wrapped up our visit in Sweden. Stockholm was beautiful and we walked for hours wandering the old narrow streets and admiring the architecture. We stayed just outside the city and took the subway into town one evening and then again the next day. We found it easier to take the subway because the traffic can be a little trying as the city is located on 14 islands so there are a lot of bridges and if you make one wrong turn you can end up a long way from where you intended to go. We had dinner in town and enjoyed a coffee and cake at a little cafe while we watched the people walk by. Our little taste of urban culture.

After Stockholm we made our way down south to Huskvarna to see the motorcyle museum, as it turned out Husqvarna made hundreds of products so we both enjoyed the tour. Ken will follow up with a little more info on the museum. Then it was off further south to Oland Island, an island about 100km long joined to the mainland by a 6km long bridge. The weather held out for us and we had an amazing ride around the southern tip of the island but decided to head back to the mainland and the city of Kelmar to camp for the night. This was possibly the bussiest campsite we have have seen, does the word sardines mean anything to you when you try to visualize it? It was only for the night, though, and we were off the next day to visit our friend Agnetta at her home in Hoor. What a place, what a lady and what a great weekend! Agnetta showed us around her village as well as her sons place(which he and his wife are renavating), cooked us great Swedish delicacies and one night took us to an outside concert in a nearby town(which due to train connections we didn't get home from until after 2:30 in the morning-the latest I've been up for a long time. Those commuter trains fly...the speed got up to 165kmh at one time!). The concert was great, it featured her neighbour, Filip Jers who has won the world harmonica championships twice. Boy he was good and he was kind enough to give us one of his cds. After three days of being spoiled we didn't want to wear out our welcome so we once again we were off...to the Helsingborg ferry and Denmark.