Thankfully we made a quick phone call, did another map check, and we were then able to cut across Sweden using a bunch of small roads, saving us about 200km on the highway.
Middle of the fucking sea
Pizza and beer for dinner... and breakfast
Final ferry. Next stop Germany
And so begins a three hour detour of chasing fucking problems on my bike, getting soaked by the same rainstorm four times, and trying to evade the fucking idiots on the autobahn.
Hiding from the same storm again in a bicycle tunnel, we finally figured out the problem. Rainsuits on, we were finally headed west, trying to catch the sun.
Wolf drying out and putting out the vibe
First broken belt
Alles gut!
Back in Holland, finally, and crossing the dyke leading us back to west side of the country.
Almost home! Just as the sun set
The only clouds in the sky filled with rain, right above us. Of course.
Heading to the campsite after meeting up with everyone.
Swedish backroads. Dick
Next day cool off in a lake
Blaster, Matias, and Shawn
Chef Blaster.
Last night in Sweden shenanigans
A quick shuffle back and forth due to a completely broken rear hub on Rickard's Panhead.
Next day heading towards our campsite in Denmark.
