After the epic climbs of the Norwegian coast, the Danish countryside was a bit of a letdown. The light rolling hills don’t really compare to the fjords and mountains. The cycling culture was impressive, but it definitely felt like something was missing. One thing I did like however was the system of primitive campsites, removing some of the need to look for a place to wild camp as Denmark isn’t quite as open as Sweden and Norway are about the
My first impression of Norway was how pretty it was. Also how important skiing is in the area. This can be seen with the great number of people on skis that you find in statue form in the towns. My first night in Norway was spent at the house of Roger, a friend of Henrik – my Warmshowers host from my previous night in Sweden. He was an amazing guy with a countless number of talents, including competing in the 1984 and 1988 Winter Olympics for Sweden in biathlon.
My next big stop was in Lillehammer
From Stockhom I headed north, to the town of Uppsala. A university city where I was hosted by Liselott. She was from the north of Sweden and missed it’s openness and sense of community. Thanks to her I got my first sailing experience, which when I was in charge mainly we went in circles as the strong wind meant I’d turn too hard. Thanks to the patience of Martin, a scout-leader friend of Liselott, we managed to make our goals of sailing around random points and back without dying.