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Today we have covered Motala-Linköping, 56,34 km (35 miles). We had an average speed of 18,6 km/h and a maximum speed of 42,8 km/h. This means that it was not at all as hilly as it was yesterday but at the same time, we did have some upwind.
I can tell you, our bodies are starting to feel that we have been biking for hours and hours for six days now. Our legs are aching, it’s weird to suddenly walk after having been on the bike for so long and at least my knees has bidingly said “You bike a lot…” to which I challenged “yeah, do you have a problem with that?”, whereupon the knees didn’t answer but just muttered and humphed a lot.
Also, you know when celebrities on tour say that they have a hard time remembering which cities they’re in? I’ve only been touring for six days and I already have a hard time understanding where I am and where I’ve been. When Julle mentioned the hostel in Karlsborg my first thought was “Have I been to Karlsborg?” and then it took me a while to sort out which town was Karlsborg and then what the hostel had looked like. Lucky for me that I have blogged about the whole trip, otherwise I wouldn’t remember a thing, or, at least not where my memories took place.
Today didn’t start with a boat picture. Since Julle has a great interest in radio we went to the Motala radio museum, Sveriges rundradiomuseum.
I was more interested in the historical part of the exhibition than in the technical parts and the radio history is quite cool. It’s weird to think, when I jog while listening to the radio through my cell phone, that a radio has once been big enough to be a furniture.
They have really tried to show how the radio influenced ordinary people, for example by putting up little scenes from a living room where the radio is in the center.
The radios were more beautiful back in the days, that is true. Maybe not as practical but definitely more beautiful.
What do you think of that one? That one might need a room for itself, it’s huge!
The exhibition also showed the importance of the radio during WWII.
A mob. app, or cell phone app, has a slightly different meaning today…
Here we have something funny with words (excuse the Swedish), if you place spaces between the different words in manöverbord (control panel) you get something that is not good if it happens on the canal, man över bord (man over board). Look how we combined the canal part with the museum part of our trip!
They also had a radio cake shop but unfortunately they didn’t have any radiokaka (hedgehog slice, in Swedish for some reason called radio cake). One day it would be really cool to collect all the things that are named after a technical novelty but has nothing to do with said technical device, like radio cake or TV socks (certain socks you’d knit and then wear while watching TV or whenever. Probably has the TV-part of the name to make it more popular).
On the square in Motala we found a statue of Baltzar von Platen, the man who founded the canal in the first place.
We also found his grave, right next to the canal, which was his wish, to be buried by his canal. Julle found an English translation of a Swedish book that takes place on the canal and the book mentions von Platen’s grave only the translator has missed that he is actually buried here and wrote von Platen’s moat, since moat and grave are the same words in Swedish. It’s an understandable mistake nevertheless very funny.
Then, finally, a boat! I don’t know what I’m going to do when I’m home again and there are no boats around anymore.
We followed the canal out of Motala. It was so nice to be reunited with the canal again!
Others seemed to think so too, and they’re right, the road was lovely.
We went through our first tunnel during this trip.
Then finally, locks! Everything just feels so much better if there’s a lock, and preferably a boat going through. I simply can’t get enough! I can study them for hours and compare techniques and boats and the harmony on board. I want to try it myself!
The one to the right is a French boat.
I call this picture “Arne, repet tar slut!” after that movie I keep quoting.
(The man,who is pretty much always yelling at the woman thorughout the movie, tells her to drop the anchor and when she somewhat desperately tries to tell him that the line is not long enough he leisurely tells her to splice it. She solves the problem and when everybody laughs the man is really embarrassed.)
The man in the lock seems to know what he’s doing though, he’s not worried that his line is not long enough but has a plan. Overall, he and companion on board had an excellent technique when going through the locks.
After the locks outside Motala we had to leave the canal since it disappeared into the lake Boren. The road was much nicer than yesterday though, almost no cars and meadows instead of woods, sun in our eyes and wind in our hair (or, the wind would have been had we not wore helmets, which we did and always do).
This field actually looked like a lake from afar.
This is the lock in Borensberg which we reached after we had gone around Boren. Here our luck stopped. We are city kids and we sort of have forgotten that food can’t be found everywhere at anytime. In Borensberg lunch stopped being served around 2 pm and dinner wasn’t served until 6 pm. We were hungry at 4.30 pm and that wasn’t suitable for neither lunch nor dinner. Eventually we found some food but it wasn’t really good. An ice-cream sold by a man of dubious character and watching the lock cured most of any bad mood though.
The best of all was that after Borensberg we could go by the canal again. Our sweet little darling canal, how I’ve missed it!
This was cool, they’ve simply built the road under the canal. I would think that to be a little scary, what if there’s a leak? I wouldn’t want half a canal’s worth of water on my car.
Again there was a lot of small bridges operated by the canal company. I just had to show you this, Sörby. There is something comforting about the yellow houses and little bridges that show up every now and then.
If I hadn’t still been a bit hungry and it hadn’t been late and still many kilometers to Berg, I would have marveled more over this. Luckily there are pictures so I’m going to marvel now instead. Look at it! It’s amazing, so beautiful!
The sheep must have thought so too since they picked the road for grazing. They muttered grumpily when we went past them.
Finally we reached Berg. It was such a lovely summer evening, and locks! Even though we are staying in Linköping tonight, that’s only because the hostel in Berg was full, hence, Berg was our main destination today and we stayed there for a while.
We stopped at Fröken Jennys Glasshörna (around the corner) and then strolled along the canal.
That’s caramel ice cream with seasalt, maybe the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever had, especially with that view.
There are many locks in Berg, a huge stair with giant steps. It’s pretty cool even though I love it more when there are boats going through.
This is lake Roxen where the canal disappears into. Tomorrow we will go by boat across it, from Linköping to Norsholm where we will meet up with the canal again.
There will also be locks, yum! It’s a pretty long way down to the water when you stand right on it.
When we arrived in Linköping we had a quick bath and tried to find food. No luck. I don’t know what’s wrong with us but we are simply unlucky when it comes to food during this trip. Hopefully it will be better tomorrow and we are having great breakfasts every day so it’s not that bad but we kind of need food after all this biking. Food is pretty much the only thing that’s on our minds when we are not on the bikes. Hm, speaking of which, maybe there’s something left of the unwanted food from Sjötorp…
Tomorrow we will reach our final destination if all goes according to plan, Söderköping and Mem. That’s where the canal ends. But before that, a boat trip and many, many locks.