We left the riding place after breakfast. It was quite close to the ferry to the mainland. We had a timetable, though when we turned up the times were different; no matter as the boats were frequent. On the ferry, breakfast #2. Noticed an enormous barge full of big logs saying "Sweden" on the side and moving slowly Northwards behind a tug. To IKEA? Probably not! On the other side, we took a minor road, as specified on the cycle route, which crossed a preserved marsh areas and then took a dirt road until it reached a bigger, well surfaced, south bound main road.
Very little traffic, no undue wind problem, so cycling not too bad. But it went on and on! Some breaks; lunch in a bus shelter, and the bus turned up; visit to a museum which was a manor house with accumulated this-and-that over many years. But we did get to a village where our route guide said there was camping. The village had a map posted up, marking every house with the name of the family living there, but also camping by the sea and a picture of a row of chalets. We found the road leading to this and it was a long descent, past a farm and past where George saw some wild pigs - they had run away by the time I got there, and to this campsite. No sign of anyone, but indeed a row of chalets each with two beds and each unlocked. So we settled down into two of them.
In tnhe middle of the night a gentleman opened the chalet where Katherine and I were sleeping. A language problem, but I said slowly in English (obviously; my Estonian allowed nothing else!) that we would come to the house in the morning to pay. Not sure this was really understood, but he went away and we did report in tnhe morning - in a post to come!
No photos here, as I do not have any on this computer, but Katherine is going to add some.
Very little traffic, no undue wind problem, so cycling not too bad. But it went on and on! Some breaks; lunch in a bus shelter, and the bus turned up; visit to a museum which was a manor house with accumulated this-and-that over many years. But we did get to a village where our route guide said there was camping. The village had a map posted up, marking every house with the name of the family living there, but also camping by the sea and a picture of a row of chalets. We found the road leading to this and it was a long descent, past a farm and past where George saw some wild pigs - they had run away by the time I got there, and to this campsite. No sign of anyone, but indeed a row of chalets each with two beds and each unlocked. So we settled down into two of them.
In tnhe middle of the night a gentleman opened the chalet where Katherine and I were sleeping. A language problem, but I said slowly in English (obviously; my Estonian allowed nothing else!) that we would come to the house in the morning to pay. Not sure this was really understood, but he went away and we did report in tnhe morning - in a post to come!
No photos here, as I do not have any on this computer, but Katherine is going to add some.
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