Malung & Gnupen

The main plan for today was to go to Gnupen, a sheer rockface with amazing views across the region. It was a place I had read about before coming to Sweden but wasn't quite how to get there - too far to walk and a long wsy off the bus routes.
I had mention this to Anna and whilst at dinner with her parents, it had been suggested thst we all go. I was instructed to be at Malung for 16:30 and we would go from there. This meant I had most of a day to kill, so I headed to Malung to have a look around. The town of Malung is pretty small so after a quick lap I decided to get out of the place, there was a hill above the town called Bjäsen and a footpath to the top - decision made.
It was a leisurely couple of hours to the top, apart from a really cold wind, pretty pleasant - although I did discover that my walking shoes are not a waterproof as I thought. It was a good view of the town but time was moving on and I had to get back to town.
I was back and ready when 16:30 came, Anna, her parents, a friend called Jens (a bit of a joker and seasoned story-teller) and myself got in the truck and headed for Gnupen. The drive must have taken about 30 mins along so pretty crude roads and when we arrived there was nothing to suggest the place was spactacular at all - I feared a horrible anti-climax.
It was a 2.8km walk (it is highly likely they guessed that number, it certainly seemed a good amount further) and for the most-part steady uphill. Eventually the first signs of our height become apparent and shortly after the full extent was there to be seen. I have no idea how far the rockface drops but it is a bloody long way and the views because of this are stunning. Bathed in late afternoon sunlight the place was just beautiful and the landscspe below us stretched out for miles. 
Dusk was not far away so we had time to crack open the Thermos, have a coffee and start the optistic 2.8km walk back.
I have been to some pretty great places on my travels around Europe, this is definitely one of those!

Yttermalung

I'm not travelling now until friday so a chance to have a bit of leisurely exploring of this sparcely populated area. Malung is the closest town to here, 20mins on bus, and the nearest train station is Borlangë, 90 mins on bus. Lots of hills and forest to walk, armed with a map and my hiking I headed towards the trees.
It is easy to forgrt what a luxuary an Ordnance Survey map is, the questionable accuracy of the map and disappearing markers ultimately meant I was not able to follow my intended route but I had 6 hours of wandering so I wasn't paticularly bothered.
Anna, my most gracious host, and I had been invited round to her parents for dinner in the evening, before going there was just enough time to pop the the local church for choir practice. To be clear, I did not take part in choir practice, they just did a bit of a show - only able to stay for a few songs but they were very good. No idea what they were singing but really nice harmonies and then out of the blue, 'Ebony and Ivory' - just two blokes and a piano (both white, not sure if that ruins the significance of the song or not!).
Anyway off to dinner, traditional salted pork in white sauce with potatoes - absolutely marvellous!
Then, out of the blue, a cup of tea and "would you like honey in that?". Fear not I am an Englishman and in foreign cultures acted as such, "is that normal?" - apparently more so than in England. This is where I will probably find out that I am the only person on earth who doesn't know about honey and tea.
I am lucky to be in the situation where I can enjoy the real aspects of this country as opposed to those diluted experiences offered by hotels, don't get me wrong those are great but being in someone's  home is just very different.
Anyway, dinner was done and back to the house for an early night, can do the hours like I used to.

Oslo t Yttermalung

After my recent transport issues I had another long day of travelling ahead of me - nearly 11 hours, 2 trains and a bus. This meant an early start again and I was not going to miss this one. Alarms set for 6am and I actually woke up before they went off, my bag was packed from the night before so I showered, checked-out and took the short walk to the train station.
I actualy arrived 30mins before departure so I checked, double-checked and triple-checked that it was the right train on the right platform before boarding. It was 7:30am and the sun was starting creep above the horizon as we left Oslo.
Thr journey from Oslo to Halldberg eas just over 4 hours and a spectacular landscape to observe throughout. As we approached Hallsberg station I was poisef with my bags near the doors - I was not about to miss my stop.
At this point the lady stood next started getting a bit weird, my non-medic background thought anxiety (looked a bit shakey, mumbling to herself). I offered some comforting words, she then fell through me, both of us over her vast suitcase and she slumped to the floor. I'm not familiar with seizures or attacks of this nature but I thought she was on her way out, the convulsing was one thing but to see someones eyes roll that far back in the socket was truly un-nerving (something out of a horror movie).
Although people were attending to her I wonder if it looked really bad leaving the train promptly when we arrived, it didn't matter as the train went nowhere for about half an hour whilst paramedics helped the lady.
Good news all round, the woman was helped off the train and was walking, the rest of my journey went smoothly and I arrived in Yttermalung at 18:20.
I've included a photo of the Oslo sunrise, it doesn't do it justice!

Oslo

I've been feeling yesterday's run quite a bit today, I was in no rush to leave the hotel. Eventually I dragged myself outside and the sun was once again shining brightly.
I spent the entire afternoon pottering around the city, both the historic industrial areas and then the ultra-modern harbour.
Having to leave early tomorrow as I attempt to avoid another transport comedy, heading into Darlarna. Hopefully my alarm will do it's work!

Oslo half-marathon

The weather couldn't have been any better for saturday's race, warm and sunny - not what the forcasts had predicted last week.
It was an afternoon start so I took a stroll down to the race expo in the morning to collect my race pack and then relaxed for a few hours.
The course was a bit harder than It looked on paper but my lack of training hurt hard on the second half of the the course, the weakness in my hamstring still making even the slightness incline an arduous prospect. I shall not be complaining though, 1:45:45, my quickest time this year.
It does still amaze me that the level of running etiquette is so terrible, it would seem some people have the use of neither their eyes nor the brains. A problem the world over it would seem.

Älmhult to Oslo

Yesterday was my first train day, just under 9 hours from Älmhult to Oslo.
After a lazy morning I had to catch my first train at 13:10, In my usual fashion I left it to the last minute - getting in a bit running pratice on my way to the station. Sadly, the Swedish rail network did not show the same urgency and was completely static for 40 minutes, my time between transfers at Linköping was only 10 minutes. I left knowing that my chances of making the next train were bleak but I was no better where I was so I took the train regardless.
As the journey continued the obvious became more certain and there was no chance I was going to make the next train to Katrineholm, I checked and there was no other train onwards to Oslo until the next morning - shit!
This is where my luck changed and I was told that the train would make an extra un-scheduled stop at Katrineholm and we should make it in time for the onward train to Oslo - we did by seconds, thankfully the other train was a couple of minutes late.
Thanks to Swedish rail, I was bound for Oslo and there were no more transfers to contend with, more suprising I was on the exact train I was meant to be on. Drama over, I could sit back and enjoy the journey and what a beautiful part of the world.
At 21:45 we arrived in Oslo in the dark of the Scandivanian night and desperately in need of my hotel and and bed to put this crazy day behind me.

Älmhult, Sweden

I generally do not conform with the norm when holidays are concerned, trekking up mountains or trying to kill myself in unforgiving environments, today has been one one of those days but for completely different reasons.
A much needed, and this time intended, lay-in has got my calmness back and a day spent in the placid town of Älmhult has been an amazing tonic to my normal existance.
Patrick and Silke very kindly allowed me to stay with them and it has been so nice to be able to potter about leisurely, going for a bike ride to the nearby lake and even just helping entertain their children for a short while. Tonight we had a fantastic Thai curry and German beer with some really nice neighbours coming round, turns out no-one in Sweden is actually Swedish - all English or German.Tomorrow I depart for Oslo and a very different few days, I shall certainly miss this place.
The bloody Swedish rail website is faulty at the present and I'm not 100% certain which train I need to getin the morningp I do know that it is going to be a very long day of travelling but it would be great to not miss another transport connection.
Fingers crossed!

Älmhult, Sweden

By usual standards this was meant to be a relaxed holiday, obviously I wasn't going to be sat by a pool but at least things aren't supposed to be too mad. That idea didn't really go so well. 2 alarms set for 3 o'clock, a 6:50am flight and waking up at 6am - not a winning combination.
Many expletives later, a 10 minute phone call to BA and £150 paid out, new flight at 2:35pm. I spent the next few hours desperately trying not to fall asleep, I was not missing 2 flights in the same day.
Despite being long, my day has subsequently gone smoothly. RailAir, flights and trains all pretty much on time and so, as 8pm arrived I was on the outskirts of Älmhult (home of the first ever IKEA, although aparently it's now gone), my resting place gor the next 2 days.
Beer and homemade pizza awaited my arrival, I may have been 8 hours late but better late than never. I don't really have any margin for error on the next travelling sections of this trip so might be wise not screw-up any more!
Sleep beckons now.