Unbeatable camping

The night at the campsite is, for a campsite, unbeatable. Total peace. Total serenity. I just forgot how warm a tent gets in the morning sun. So, up early. Not a problem, as the weather is delightful. Cooler than yesterday, perfect hiking weather.

Attack on my calves

The route mainly goes through farmland and forest. Lots of partial shade, just right. I’m enjoying it. Except for two sections. The grass is so tall there that I can barely make my way through, and I can’t really appreciate the thistles against my calves, but it’s not an official hiking trail.

American classics

The closer I get to Grebbestad, the more big American classics drive by. Mostly without roofs, with roaring engines, sometimes even with black smoke coming from the exhaust, and loud music. Later, I hear there’s a gathering. Hundreds of American cars in a Swedish coastal town. For a moment, I feel like I’m in some small town in the United States.

ChatGPT knows better

In the supermarket, a man asks me what the sign says in the vegetable section. “No idea,” I say. “I’m as foreign as you are.” “Then I’ll just ask ChatGPT,” he laughs. That indeed seems like a better idea.

How can you be so deeply unhappy when you have everything?

A little later, we run into each other again and start chatting. He’s from Romania, and we talk about escaping the rat race. About choosing your own path. And something he finds puzzling. He doesn’t understand it. How is it possible that in a country where everything is so well organized, people sometimes still struggle to see the bright side of life? I’ve often asked myself that question too. How can someone have friends, family, a good income, a good appearance, respect… and still be deeply unhappy? I don’t have an answer. Maybe there isn’t one. It has nothing to do with possessions or success; that continues to fascinate me.

Evening and night with motorcyclists

Actually, I plan to walk a bit further, but just a kilometer ahead I find a shelter. You feel like you’re in the middle of the forest, although in the distance you can still hear the sounds of the town. Not long after, three motorcyclists from Göteborg arrive. They set up their tent next to ‘my’ shelter. Nice folks and I suddenly have three bodyguards tonight.

Overnight stay: Grebbestad