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Hywel, Huga Kusten and an accident of fate.

When I got stranded.


Very short, this one. Hywel came a-visiting and we drove to the high coast, in the mid north of Sweden. We drove offroad and camped rough in the woods by the sea, where Bill Bailey serenaded us to sleep (I had come straight from work and had my laptop). The next day we woke, drove to a national park, visited a gorge - superb views - and climbed the highest mountain to have been under a glacier. Oooh. Then drove home to Borlange, via a misty, beautiful lake, and the ever popular lake Siljan.

Climed onto the roof and admired Borlange.

Hywel then ingloriously left me all alone. Until Libby returned from her weekend of drunken debauchery. We went to Stockholm this weekend, where I wanted to visit the icebar... we might yet, as we've missed the last train home and have nowhere ELSE to go. I've bought new shirt, trousers, and visited the historical museum.

I feel inexplicably sad. It makes sense to rant about that in my travel blog.

Posted by urchinjoe 09:09 Archived in Sweden Tagged volunteer

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