Emma brought a bike in Gothenburg and at about about 10 at night we began our journey south to Ting. By nightfall we were still passing through endless forest.
One turning, which proved not to be right, came out, after hours of walking through dense forest, on to one the most beautiful lakes I have ever seen. Because of its lattitude this part of Sweden is never truly dark on summer's nights. It was as if the lake contained its own universe of stars. Somewher in the distance we could hear the faint beat of drums. Perhaps these drums came from Ting and had been carried through the night but after after a long time searching we decided to camp for the night.
Pictured here is the lake in the morning, our camp and cooking lunch on the way.
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