SWEDEN, and back to DENMARK, then home

15 01 2009

A fourth of my ancestors are from Sweden, and my name is entirely Swedish, being named after my great-grandmother on my dad’s side. I know I have distant cousins up in Linköpping, but looking them up will have to wait for the next trip.

Gerlinde, the new excited geocacher that she is, and I cruised through Country #3 in about 2 hours, finding 3 caches and stopping at a gas station to fill up and to find out how to really pronounce my name. Any guesses? That’s coming up….. meanwhile, we took a ferry across from Denmark to Sweden:
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Here are the three caches:
Helsingborg 02 at a park
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Glumslöv view at the rest stop gas station at sunset

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Hurry Up on a freeway overpass
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OK, so the guy in the gas station says my name like this:

He makes it sound so purty….

We took Europe’s longest bridge to return to Denmark, then went through this very long, well-lit tunnel:
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We stopped at this shopping center:
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There’s a cache under the stairs! Found it with my iPhone, as we did all of them… that’s all I brought with me. It was a little squirrelly, but it worked. Next time, I’ll bring my the Garmin Map60CSX,though.
Pleasant Distractions #1 – Fields

Gerlinde bought her new Nüvi here, and I bought a Danish rap CD for my nieces for Christmans. After that, we ate at The American Restaurant:
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I ordered a steak entree, which was cooked to perfection, and a yummy warm shrimp appetizer:
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Alas, my stay was just over a week. It was enough time to see everyone and enjoy being there, though, and to whet my appetites – both figurative and literal – to return. On the way back, I did get to ride the spiffy German trains and have a white Christmas during my layover in Portland.

My sleeping compartment:
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Frankfurt Südbahnhof, still dark at 7am:
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At the airport in Frankfurt, they still have one of these fabulous old, mechanically clacking flight info signs:
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Here’s the snowfall at Portland airport, about 12 hours later:

Next week, I’ll be posting about “winter” caching in Southern California, where it’s still a good time to be working on my tan. Until then – cache on!

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