Great Journey 🇸🇪 Day 509
Shortly before we reach Stockholm, we treat ourselves to a night in the countryside. We wind our way through the forest, standing wonderfully by one of those many small woods with a sea connection. View of the archipelago.
The evening progresses, the rain pelts Felix and we hope that we won't sink in the mud with our bikes in the morning.
The splashing of the rain lets us fall asleep well. We don't know if the rain stopped at some point or if we fell asleep first.
We wake up in absolute silence. I see fog through the skylight. Through the side window too.
Only when I open the skylight do I notice that the fog is quite heavy. Our Felix has wrapped himself in a thin white dress of fresh snow.
If that's not a sign for an extensive breakfast ceremony by candlelight. Because we suspect one thing: this Stockholm will probably still be there in the afternoon.
Around noon we dare to ride through the fresh snow including the frozen forest floor and I notice that Gerd and Felix can do this very well. I am still practising "staying calm" and saying "alles-wird-gut-Ommmmm" to myself in a continuous loop.
Did we already mention that we take the snow chains for a walk?
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