Childish Weeks: Göteborg–Sjövik

We woke up to a really windy and cold day on the lake in Göteborg. Our communal space was on a rocky peninsula reaching into the lake and completely exposed to the winds. Things kept flying away, and it felt like the wind was stressing us to leave. During the route planning it became clear that with our new daily distance of 15 km and still one rest day per two cycling days, we wouldn’t be able to make it to Trollhättan on time. This did not seem like a big issue, as few people are joining in this last part…

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Childish Weeks: Göteborg

Our sleeping place in Göteborg was about 5 km outside the city limits on the shore of Lilla Desjön lake. It was the perfect mix of being close to the city but not having that many people around. There were picnic benches, a fireplace and a toilet. In the day, some people came around by bike, by walk or by boat, but at night we were alone. The only downside of the place was the long uphill to get there when returning from the city, but at least that kept us fit on the rest days. We decided to have two…

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From Stockholm to Boras

Now that i’m in the bus in the way home i’ll try to honor the rota task i took two weeks ago about writing a blog post (sorry dear rota). I’ll try to give my very personnal impression of the last 4 weeks I spend in Sweden riding with Ecotopia. This does not reflect the all storys of theses times but only my time here. I arrived in Sweden after many troubles: the person i’m travelling with has forgotten their id card at home and now we spend all our time stressing about getting into the bus and border controls…

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Childish Weeks: Hindås–Göteborg

From Östra Nedsjön lake, some people decided to change our original route along the train line Borås–Göteborg and instead divert north via Floda and then Gråbo. It had turned out that for the children cycling themselves, any amount of car traffic was making the ride harder. Staying motivated the whole way was already a struggle, and when the route was not so beautiful and adventurous, when they had to cycle in a straight line, when they couldn’t spontaneously stop to pick some berries that they had spotted on the side of the road, motivation was even lower. The rural roads…

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