Need In Sweden

As any good Irishman should do, go to Sweden to rape, pillage, burn and plunder. A checklist guaranteed in Sweden.

The journey began from big bettlingen, with literally Stau or construction till Flensburg.

The A7 sucked when I brought Hubi down from Hamburg, and still sucks today. Along with the 312, B27, A8 and A81. All Stau all the time. We drove till I could no longer see straight, which was about 9.5 hours and 50km till Flensburg. No pictures and nothing to brag about sleeping at an autobahn Rasthof, but when you park and immediately sleep and wake up and drive, it works. People actually set up tents. On top the piles of Used toilet paper. Eeewwww.

Started our 2nd day in lovely Denmark, stopped at a lovely bakery where they laughed at every word we said. All good, was delicious. Also forgot photos. This will be a crappy blog post.

Crossed a bunch of nice big bridges, easy driving. We were too early to lunch in Copenhagen so had lunch on the other side in Malmö. Great name to say.

So with no plan in mind, we headed up the west coast of Sweden and after a lot of coffee shops, (the Swedish kind, not the Dutch kind) here we are, somewhere!

Next post, more pictures!