Breakfast was copious and tasty, well worth the 40 crowns we had to pay for each. Afterwards we met the only other person in our age group (he was only ten years older than us. Yet another German bike tourist on his way back to his homeland. The day was utterly unbelievable. Big blue sky, fluffy clouds, warm air, rolling hills, green forests, no cars, fields of cows, charming little cottages, big red barns and great road (paved and unpaved). I'd write more about it, but I could hardly do it justice. The only downside is that my arm and shoulder continued to hurt more than a little.
Hoping that the next day this problem will fade substantially. Lunched on pizza in a restaurant owned by a little dude who looked vaguely middle-eastern. He made a great pizza and provided the best bargain in Sweden. The meal included a salad and beverage for the price of a beer. What a surprise. We ended up in a less-than-charming little burg. Absolutely nothing going on this Friday night in Lonsboda. Our hostel substantially more expensive and far less glamorous than the night before. We ate dinner in (surprise!) a pizza restaurant. Where we admired local youths while munching a hearty meal.
The one thing that is consistent from country to country are the loafing teenagers. They all wear the same clothes, pierce the same places, wear the same outlandish hairstyles and colors, drink and smoke. All the time they fancy themselves rebellious not knowing that every other teen in the western world is doing the same thing. Tonight I write atop our bunk beds listening to our fellow guests' children laugh and play in the endless twilight. Wondering if they'll grow to be exactly like the other teens we've seen.