With the weather not looking too good. I thought I might catch a train south to Nynashamn for the ferry, and also decided to go early and thus have time to cycle if I changed my mind. It turned out that was just as well.
First up, when I got to the Central Station, I was kindly informed by the first rude Scandinavian (I’d met so far on this trip) that bikes weren’t allowed in the Central Station – her tone and words were slightly different. Oh, and I then discovered that buses had replaced the train for much of the journey.
However in the world of ying and yang, another person saw that I was a somewhat perplexed individual trying to figure my way south out of the city and rode with me for 5k just to see me through the tangle of streets. So I ended up cycling to the coast with only a few showers on the way.
This dog has its own personal chauffeur
Unlike the ferry ride from Åland, the ferry to Gotland had plenty of cyclists, my favourite being the one above.
Visby was quite crowded with holiday makers, yet, for some reason, they all seemed to disappear shortly after 6:30 as if there was a curfew that I didn’t know about.
