The day my toothbrush broke

I woke up as my hosts started stirring in their morning routine, earlier than I planned but definitely within reason. Great, now I didn’t need to hurry at all for my flight later in the day. So I took my time fixing myself some breakfast, brushed my teeth and said goodbye. The younger daughter helped me find the bus to the train station, only a short walk from the house and then 10 minutes on the bus and I was at the trainstation in Oslo.

I’d found a place with the sister of a friend and her family, I needed the layover in Oslo as my flight was too early to have any chance of hitchhiking to the airport in time the same day as I was in Göteborg before. They were really kind to me, and I feel that I need to return some day to actually explore the place. I saw only a couple hours of the E6, a 30 minute walk down the southern hill into Oslo and my hosts home, and then the transit through the train station. The train station left an impression, but so did the view as I descended the hill.

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I really enjoyed travelling to Oslo the day before, first with Johan returning to Stenungsund after a morning work assignment and from there I got a ride with a cigarillo chain smoking German truck driver named Werner who I enjoyed practising my German skills with a bit as he spoke nothing else. How quickly one gets rusty, but at the same time I feel more comfortable with the German I know. I will be looking forward to my next chance to speak a little German as main communication.

As I threw my bag onto my shoulders to get going in the morning I heard a little snap, figured it might have been some packaging like my plastic water bottle complaining, turns out my toothbrush had gotten itself stuck in a bad way and one of the few solid enough edges I carry had snapped it in half.

It’s interesting how we attach memories to little things, I feel like whenever I think of this part of my journey that small event will always pop back up.

My flight left Oslo Lufthavn at 1 that afternoon. I had spent just over 20 hours in Norway on this my first visit to the country, and yet I’d spoken to at least as many people in four languages.

Hitchhiking to Lund from Göteborg

This is a simple account of a trip to Lund. I’ll keep to just the Hitchhiking this time, as the rest is more personal that I feel like sharing today.

Getting there

I woke up in Hammarkullen, Göteborg. At about 10AM on a Friday I set off with a sign for E6S and from there I found a ride to the E6 intersection close to Ullevi. Here I was a bit misled in thinking it might be a good spot, it’s not, but by chance I tried hitching at a traffic light where a woman going to Kungsbacka was kind enough to let me in after some consideration afforded by the red light. Benefit of being a girl I guess.

The S on my sign might have been a bad idea, someone who stopped asked if I was trying to get to the E65, which is actually in the right direction but also not the point of my sign. Maybe it’s best to make the space to the S quite clear.

She then let me off at Sandsjöbacka rest stop, where I found a truck headed toward Poland. It was the first time I rode in a truck so plenty of new things to understand. It felt different to passenger cars, maybe it’s the safety of not hurdling down a highway at 140kph when the speed limit says 110, but rather a mellow 85.

I found a rest stop at a place called Lomma just before Malmö where I got dropped off, I found it a bit trickier to find a good way to get dropped off by the truck, but this was an easy place to get back on the road even with the big vehicle and I got to a petrol station I could easily find a ride into Lund from.

I got to within a 15 minute walk from my destination in maybe 7 hours, including some bad luck with information. A good day I would say.

The way back north

I set out in the city centre of Lund at about 8AM on a Monday, simply stuck out my thumb and got a ride with the first car I saw. The guy was going to work, exactly where I wanted to look for a ride north out of the city.

At Nova Lund I found a piece of card board and made a sign for GBG, the most recognised short form of Göteborg. After maybe 5 minutes I got a ride to Helsingborg, where there is a rumoured to be good rest stop called Glumslöv, my ride stopped to fill up his car and before he was done I already had a ride directly to Göteborg.

A total of about 3 hours including waiting time might be the fastest you can get between Lund and Göteborg within the speed limit.