Die Deutche Leute!

We're finally in Germany. Alas. I have a slight thing for the Germans after having studied here about 5 years ago.

Anyhow, to update on our progress. After the last time I wrote, we biked up to see our friend Johannes in Viken, about a 45 minute ride up the coast of Sweden. He and his mom were wonderful! His mom was hilarious and nursed me back to health and Jo made us Swedish meatballs (boiled potatoes, meatballs, and lingenberry sauce(it's sweet)). We lounged about all day and basked in the fact that for the first time in several days, we were warm! Amazing how a bed feels after the ground for so long. Divine. The only word for it.


We biked back to Helsingborg and high tailed it on the train to Malmo. We had to pay for an extra ticket for our bikes on the train. There was a special car for our bikes with fold down seats. We couldn't figure out how to fasten them in, and we kept doing the usual 'uhhh? Like this? uhhh?'. There were about 4 people on the opposite wall staring at us. We had a freaking audience but no one offered any help! Seriously.

It was so rainy and cold in Malmo that we biked around a bit, thought about biking to Trelleborg, where our ferry to Germany was leaving at 11pm, then quickly threw that idea out the window and took the bus. That whole day kind of blends into the next really since we caught a couple hours sleep in the ferry dining area.

There weren't good signs from the ferry into town and at one point we ended up on the autobahn-the highway. Some older men pulled over and fussed at us to get off and not get killed. Then all these other trucks started honking at us. I felt like that was a good example of the difference between Swedish and German culture. Swedes keep to their own-sometimes to a fault-and Germans get all up in your face when you don't do something correctly-again, sometimes to a fault.

Now I come to our least glorious moment on this trip so far. After being fussed at to get off the autobahn, it seemed like a good idea at the time to cross this big field on the side of the road to the little biking road in the distance. First problem. Big ass hill from the road to the flat part of the field. We slid down the hill, trying to feebly keep a hand on our bikes which were far faster than us. Then the field that we were crossing was more like a construction area that they just threw grass seeds on and which have been growing unhindered for 2 years-terribly high. And it was wet and oh my god....

Little library is closing in 15 minutes (hours: from 10-12 and 13-15pm)...hahaha.
To be continued....