Feeling like we had sat down far too much the previous day, we started the morning with a brisk walk along the river before breakfast. As the morning anglers tried in vain to catch salmon, one or two mosquitos successfully caught our veins!
Picking up the coast again, we stopped at Almo in the southern archeology. Another baking hot day, we took advantage of the seclusion and had outdoor showers. I had a much-needed haircut at Hannah Barbers, a cut I was very pleased with, I think there’s a job opportunity for her after this trip!
We aborted an evening stroll through the cow fields near the water, due to all the flying nasties. Although we know the risks of midges and mosquitos, we’re always drawn to the worse areas.
The next day we drove to Karlskrona, home of Sweden’s only remaining naval base, but it was Brandaholm we headed for. A small island with 45 tiny cottages, all in Falun red, a colour we’ll see a lot more of.
In the afternoon we drove further north, still along the coast to Kalmar. Once one of Sweden’s most important cities, it is famous for its castle and the Kalmar Union (the union of Denmark, Sweden and Norway that ran from 1397 to 1523).
It is also very popular with motorhomers, as (free) space was hard to find, but we squeezed in for the night upsetting those either side of us. Including a German couple that suspiciously stood behind some bushes whilst smoking. We wonder if they brought something from Christiania?
We walked into the centre of Kalmar the next morning, to see what Swedes do to celebrate their National Day. Very little it appears, although we did receive some free cake and watched a convoy of old American cars drive by, whose occupants were dressed like greasers or rockabillies.
It turns out, ‘Raggare’ is a very popular subculture here in Sweden and apparently there are now more classic American cars in Sweden than the US.
In the afternoon we edged further north to find our spot for the night. We were keen to get to Stockholm, which was still 260 miles away.