As I said in my last entry, I had the plan to make a bike tour. And so I did. But it was hard. I mean the landscape was breathtaking and I felt so happy being here again that I nearly cried. But the bike was a piece of sh*t. Old, rusty and dusty, with a skull as backlight, I wondered that it brought me all these kilometres through Skåne and back again to Lund.
Underway I explored mostly some smaller villages, with tiny churches and friendly people. Nevertheless, the last 30 minutes or so were like hell, because I was so exhausted and sweaty since it was a super hot day. Luckily the chain went off my bike just on the last meters, when I could easily roll down the little hill right to my apartment. Sometimes I am a lucky man.