More bike rides in Lunds Kommun.

On the 12th, I rode the stretch out to Dalby. It was the first really cloudy day I’ve had since arriving in Sweden, and the wind kicked my ass across the flat stretch of 10kms between towns that seemed to last forever because I was standing on my pedals and not moving anywhere. It was fun! And cold!

You can see the grass being blown in the direct opposite direction that I’m heading. That always happens.

In Dalby, here’s a sad closed street kitchen (gatukök). I would have bought some ice cream if they had, oh, decided not to close three months ago? I know it looks a billion years old, but they were apparently open in February!

I tried to find the stone quarry that I kept hearing all about, but it just didn’t turn up. So I checked out the town instead. What’s with all the old, shut-down windmills? This one looks all regal and everything, but it’s just sticking up in the middle of a kid’s soccer field park.

Dalby’s Norreskog Naturpreserverat. I couldn’t find a way to the smaller Söderskog park that’s actually one of Sweden’s few NATIONAL PARKS, but this didn’t seem like too bad of a compromise, because I was getting cold at that point.

When you’re freezing and have long since decided that you don’t want to bike the same way home as the way you came, and it’s even though it’s getting cold it’s too late to backtrack because it’s getting colder, just try biking where you THINK you should be headed. I found a lake by the road!

Then a sign indicated that I WAS headed in the correct direction (I’m a genius), and that the paved section of the road will now be ending. I decided to walk my bike, because I didn’t want to sustain a flat tire. There were some horses on a hill! Really, there were - look at the pictures.

And then I found a quarry. I don’t think this is the same one that people were always talking about.

Here’s windmills that actually work, serving their original intended purpose in stealing energy from nature and God and using that energy for cooking up delicious cheeseburgers and other things.

After a mile or so of walking my bike, I decided I was being retarded - I was walking my bike to avoid getting a flat so I wouldn’t have to… walk my bike? I have burly ass touring tires on there for a reason. Killing it off paved road made me feel a little more badass than usual. Then the trail turned into rapeseed fields and smooth dirt road.

Back in Lund, I caught a cat totally eating everyone’s garbage. When you’re down in the dumps, just look at this picture and realize that you don’t have it all that bad. You could be a starving cat who DOESN’T totally get to eat all the damn garbage in town.

Here’s the first snapshot of my series “ugly buildings in Sweden”.

Here’s the second and third, all of the same building. Keep in mind: this building here, a protected example of Brutalist architecture, houses a dentist, a gambling store, a barber, a hotel, a bad restaraunt, a live venue that once hosted acts like Metallica, Bob Dylan, and BB King, and a student dormitory where I LIVED FOR 6 MONTHS.