Sometimes spontaneous day plans are amazing. The Swedish ones have all been aces. Take this jaunt to Mölle with Sarah, for example.
We've been on a bit of a hiking kick, so we decided to explore this small seaside town and nature area. It's not that far away, but required 2 different transfers. We couldn't find the right bay for our first transfer, and ended up seeing the tail-end of the bus as it left the station. Not a big deal - wait, the bus only comes every hour? Oh.
Of course, when one misses their first transfer, they also miss their second. I don't remember what city we were stranded in, but I think it had one street. We ventured into some sort of cultural center (?) because it was pretty cold and we waited it out while being baffled at the art they had displayed. Think tin foil animals with 10 legs, no head and polka dots.
At last, the bus came and dropped us off at our final destination! Except that the signs we were promised weren't there and we couldn't find the nature reserve until this nice, old man pointed it out. He also took one look at us and shot us the there's-no-way-these-girls-can-hike-but-I'll-humour-them smile. We'll show you, nice old man! (Except that he's Swedish so he could probably kick our butts and then run a marathon).
We did eventually find the start of the trail (at the other end of town). It was awesome - as hiking tends to be - with the pretty fall leaves on the ground. The views were beautiful - thought it was very un-Skåne as we traipsed the cliffs along the sea. Unfortunately, dusk settled in pretty soon after, and we couldn't make it to the end view point due to our doubly delayed transportation woes.
We did eventually find the start of the trail (at the other end of town). It was awesome - as hiking tends to be - with the pretty fall leaves on the ground. The views were beautiful - thought it was very un-Skåne as we traipsed the cliffs along the sea. Unfortunately, dusk settled in pretty soon after, and we couldn't make it to the end view point due to our doubly delayed transportation woes.
Returning home ended up being an altogether different story. It got dark really fast and all the people just disappeared. Adorable seaside towns turns eerie. We thought it might be fun to just stay the night at a B&B, of which we saw many, and finish off the hike the next morning. We knocked on every B&B/hotel/hostel we could find and everything was closed. empty. dark. Needless to say, left alone with our over active imagination, and Sarah's obsession fascination with Buffy, it was creepy!
Thus began our few hours in Vampire Town.
We survived to tell the tale, but we never did get the chance to go back. Alas, some regrets stay in Sweden.
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