You should always grasp opportunities when they appear. So did I when my girlfriend was hooked by the idea of some days off in Denmark and Sweden. The trusty Benz was ready to go. We just did some packing and left Berlin, always heading north.
The petrol-colored W123 from 1982 was somewhat out of place in the bicycle capital of Copenhagen, still one of my favorite cities in Europe. But Swedish tarmac and gravel roads were more than a compensation for the 2-day rest in Denmark. Endless forests, blooming meadows, huge lakes and isolated reservations delivered stunning impressions.
Our Scandinavian timeout in early May almost felt like “Sommar”, the Swedish summertime…
