I finally made it on the bus headed to Stenungsund. Chorizo sausage with chimichurri in hand. The first of three buses on my way Tjörn, a former fishing island turned summer getaway, north of Gothenburg. (Pronounced Tshorn because this language cannot be any harder).
Side note: Pack your patience when/if you come to Sweden. All of it. Don’t leave any reserved at home. Über driver availability isn’t guaranteed. It could take 10 minutes to buy toothpaste because the solo cashier is elbow-deep in shelves helping another customer. It is possible to only have 3 waiters at a packed restaurants. And those waiters take orders, bus tables and make drinks! Order when you sit if you’re hungry and then be patient.
I arrived at Stenungsunds Station and everyone appeared to be transferring to the same bus as I am. No! It was an express to Uddevalla. Ugh. Where’s my bus to Tjörn? Gone already?! Never came…I don’t know. Waited one hour for the next bus.
TjörnWhen I did make it to Tjörn, I decided not to wait another hour the bus. I could walk to by bed & breakfast in the amount of time it would take the bus to arrive. So I walked 5km (3 miles) to Lekander’s B&B while criticizing myself for not renting a car.
Sweaty and full of regret, I walked the gravel path to Lekander’s remembering why I booked this place. It’s also a fruit farm. The grounds smell like strawberry jam. Sweet and strong.
After checking in, I rented a bike and cycled to dinner. I ordered sill – pickled herring. That’s a hard no. I don’t. I can’t it’s salty and pungent and probably an acquired taste that I’m not interested in.
Sill with potatoes, pickled onion and eggThe wind blew directly in my face throughout the ride. I pedaled the black 7-speed SLOWLY uphill. I stopped to walk at certain points because incline was too steep. I laughed. After the long day, now this. But I was fine because Tjörn was beautiful.
The Jam 