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Aug 4th 2022

Overland from London to Finland: Day 5


Clunk, went the door to the ferryman's cottage, rousing me from my nearly 4,5 hours of sleep. I spent a few minutes blinking myself awake, until my alarm going off meant it was time to start packing up. Some 24 minutes later I was ready to go, just in time for the first ferry of the day, as planned, just as the sun was making its way up in the sky. Promising start for the day.

Across the water, I promptly removed the base layer I'd donned. It was looking like another hot day.

My first stop was in Nyköping, some 2 hours away. Possibly my longest ride for breakfast, but I didn't feel like yesterday's pizza when I woke up.

The route was pretty, but kept up the rolling profile I'd grown used to (read: weary of) the day before. I was pretty happy about only having 160 km for the last day, my late night efforts hadn't been in vain.

Nyköping looked pretty in the morning light, but I especially liked the look of a large coffee paired with a massive bagel. I had time for a relaxed sit-down breakfast and was able to treasure it properly.

The day was mostly uneventful riding in beautiful weather through spectacular scenery. My only mistake was having a chat with another cyclists at the day's only other ferry crossing, instead of stocking up at the adjacent café. The café on the other side of the crossing turned out to be closed and I was left empty-handed. Not an immediate problem, but as I'd learned (or observed, clearly not learned) yesterday, shops are far between.

When I then later started to get hungry and yet another name on the map turned out to be barely more than a junction, I decided it was time for a diversion.

Having found a shop and fed myself, I treated myself to a 15 minute power nap in the shade. The shop was next to a train station with a connection to Stockholm and rest assured, it was definitely tempting to hop on board. But Stockholm was only about 40 km away, so I kicked myself on the proverbial behind and got back on the bike.

Carrying on I soon arrived at an impasse. There had been plenty of gravel roads along the route but this one was something else, on top of being blocked by a barrier with a no cycling sign attached.

A quick study of the map, a short spin on the bike, and I soon found myself at the next barrier with the same sign. That train was looking more tempting by the second. But still I persisted.

One more rerouting, a missed junction, and a u-turn later I found myself on a fire road. By now I'd already decided that any further barriers and I'd be on that train. But there weren't any, thankfully, and the fire road soon ended and rolling along was once again smooth going.

I (or Komoot) had routed myself along one more path which required pushing. It would probably be rideable, but only by someone who's vocabulary includes words like "gnarly" and "rad". Definitely not on a touring setup. But it was my final obstruction.

Eventually I arrived at the terminal around 18.45, just about half an hour before check-in was due to open. My goal had been to be there before 19.00, so achievement unlocked, I guess. Without my unfortunate rerouting, I'd probably have arrived some 45 minutes earlier.

I plonked myself down on the terrace of the restaurant at Fotografiska and quaffed a well-earned beer.

The total distance was just under 505 km over 43 hours, of which 23,5 hours were spent on the move. Only some 7-ish hours were spent sleeping, so lots of time was spent just sitting still – and worrying about loose spokes. Much room for improvement in efficiency, one could say.

Next up is the return, which should be less stressful, but I'm sure I'll be able to create some drama...

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