Norway to South Africa. 37 000km. Solo.

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Lovely, tell the story at your own pace to savour the experience. Ignore the orders from the oldies.
 
After a relatively short ride, I arrived in Goteborg, a university town in the South West of Sweden. I eventually made contact with my mate Dale, who moved into his girlfriends apartment for a few nights to allow me to stay in his bachelors apartment. We had a great time. He showed me around the area, ate some strange food, drank expensive beer, flirted with pretty blond girls, went out till the early hours of the morning, visited a few islands, found out I wasn't a fan of pickled Herring, ate beetroot and meatball burgers & made a few new friends. Dale accompanied me down Sweden, and we stayed a night at a derelict quarry which was now a lake and then a couple nights on a some farmers land. In Scandinavia it is legal to camp where you want, but it's polite to just ask the farmer first if he wouldn't mind, and I always got a warm welcome. There were a few dirt roads, but nothing to really write about. As you could see, I didn't own a topbox yet, as I planned to get it in Germany, and I didn't need any jerry cans yet for fuel. So I was travelling light at the moment.

A typical little waterside Swedish town




Jumping off the side of the quarry.




Sunset view from one of the farms I camped on. I think I made pancakes for dinner on my multi-fuel stove that night ;)


Me racing to the top of a structure that a crazed artist built.


After that I said cheers to Dale, and went on my way down to Copenhagen to meet a friend Julie who I had met on my gap year after school. I can remember the hard & freezing rains I endured on my way down, even though it was early July!

 
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