Four hours later I crossed the bridge from Malmo to Copenhagen, Denmark. Yup, that's all that I've seen of Sweden, I really ought to go back.
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| What can I say about Sweden. In December 2001, I pulled into the harbor at Karlshamn. I'd taken a night ferry from Lithuania. I shouldered my pack and walked out of the harbor, heading for the train station a few kilometers away. I was hitching, and the first car that passed me in the rain stopped. As unfair as it is, it was a Volvo. The driver was very nice, though I don't remember if it was a man or woman and dropped me at the station. Four hours later I crossed the bridge from Malmo to Copenhagen, Denmark. Yup, that's all that I've seen of Sweden, I really ought to go back. |
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