The day began most slowly, my body clock is completely out since living at Sparta and my 8 am alarm did not happen! Finally dragged myself out of bed to find another simply gloooooorious day here in Skane and walked along the seafront once again heading into town to catch a train to Malmo, and then a bus to Holleviken to get to the living Viking museum. (yes there are still people crazy enough to eschew modern conveniences and live as hairy beast!)
First leg of the journey went fine, arrived Malmo, caught a bus to Holleviken, here however is where it begins to get a little long winded and rambling!
After somehow missing the bus stop I was looking out (or should I say, being completely oblivious that we had gone past it!) I continued on the bus for a little way, hoping that in fact we were still in Holleviken and hadn’t passed on into the next town, which most unfortunately for me, we had! Got to practise my ridiculous Swedish though and the kind bus driver man told me that yes, we had in fact gone past my stop and that I would have to get off this bus and wait for the next bus in the other direction (all in Swedish I may add!) So off I toddled, crossed the road and began to wait. Fate must have been on my side that day because I didn’t have to wait long before I was on the bus again heading for Holleviken, this time managing to spot my stop and hop off in time! So phase two completed! Phase three however, was to take a little more time still! After meandering down the road away from the bus stop hoping either to a) run into a sign for the museum or find a friendly face to ask where it may be. Neither turned up, I seemed to be on the wrong side of the road! But I found a taxi company who informed me that it was in fact back up the road I just meandered down!! (grrrrrrrr!)
It was worth the train, bus, bus, walk, walk then walk even further though. I feel I learnt a lot but have so many more questions now about the bearded men (and women) of the Viking age that I want to go back and ask more questions! The craziest thing about the reserve/museum is that, as I said before, there are a few people there who actually live there all the time, dress as Vikings and live in houses built to Viking design and materials – what a jolly life I say!
But alas, not maybe a life for me quite yet, it was back for the return journey, for me, which I managed in one piece and spent the evening enjoying the fabulous magic that hangs in the air around sunset from one of the piers outside the hostel, dangling my legs over the lulling tides below and simply revelling in the fact I was alive.
O a good day! ☺
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