Friday, September 30, 2011

Sweden to Denmark to England

Greetings!

Last I wrote I was with Whitney and Kris on the island of Gotland, Sweden, heading back to Stockholm. We had some beautiful sunny weather for days, I learned that the red "idiot" light on my van's dash actually meant something, and when the brakes started working again we continued our trip without incident. Eventually I ran out of money and had to say goodbye (I swear that's not true) and headed for the ferry in Esbjerg, Denmark, about 600 miles from Stockholm.

When I was in Denmark I was looking for my ferry e-ticket ticket, so I was searching Evernote for the info. (Yes, you do need Evernote. Everyone needs it.) I came across a document my cousin had sent about the histories of some Adair ancestors. One of them had been born in Soro, Denmark, in 1845. I had just seen Soro on the map, and it was nearby, so I went. What a difference it made to my perception of the place to think that my great-great-grandmother was born there. I thought of what it must have been like 160 years ago, and what it must have been for her to travel to the U.S. Her story just gets more interesting: at the age of 17, and not yet speaking English, she WALKED with one of the Mormon wagon trains from Illinois to Utah. If she hadn't, I wouldn't be here. (Good Buddhist question: when I begin?? When I was born, or when she was born, or...??)

I had a simple and comfortable 18-hour overnight ferry crossing, with a private room. My big drama when I drove off the ferry onto England: driving on the opposite side of the road! "Left side, Dave! Left side!" This is my mantra every time I get in my car. Between that and the serious narrow country lanes here, I'm not finding driving to be relaxing, especially at night. At one point on a narrow lane I pulled way over to let a car pass, and didn't realize for 10 minutes that I'd pull over on the wrong side. Oops. I guess that explains why he was so slow to pass.

Someone has to stop me from taking so many photos, or wanting to share so many. More stories below.

Love,
Dave


Spires and boats, Stockholm.
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Someone industrious took this rock outcropping and built an arch and flat stone base to turn it into a little yard.
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I didn't know what this was until a French tourist told me. Lovers come to this tall bridge, put their lock here and then throw the key into the river as a symbol of their love. But if you break up, you have to come back and throw your partner into the river. That part may not be true.
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When I reviewed my photos I had maybe eight photos of this set of buildings. I love the colors.
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Taken from the steps of City Hall.
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"Does this gold paint make my butt look big?" On top of City Hall.
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A florist shop in the colorful Gamla Stan neighborhood.
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A long pedestrian walkway in the center of Stockholm.
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Stately building facades.
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I went in this coffee shop for a cafe latte and a pastry.
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Inside the coffee shop.
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I was riding my bike around town and didn't know where to go, so I started following random people on their bikes. I ended up here: the starting point of the Stockholm Half Marathon, which was happening the next day. There was some kind of talent competition for young people. All the introductions were in Swedish, but of the six songs I heard, one was in Swedish, and five were in English. They were REALLY talented. 
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These kids run a half marathon? Not quite - one lap around the square, which ended in tears for some and Mom's running next to their kids holding their hands. 
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Kris and I walked to meet Whitney at the trendy and chic "Lux" restaurant, which is just down there near to the water.  
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I love good food, but I'm just about as indifferent to what I call "fine food" as is possible. Service was amazing, they could name the farmers and the little old lady who grows the apples. That's lovely. But a meal that costs $175 each sets the bar so high, for me, that no chef in the world can get over it. And "reindeer sashimi?" Spare me. Yes, I might be a caveman. The irony is that my favorite food in the world, regardless of cost, is anything that Whitney cooks, and she's the one that dragged me to this restaurant. 
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"Dress to kill, but tastefully." I took a short ferry from Helsingborg, Sweden to Helsingor, Denmark rather than going on via the bridge I took last time.
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Arriving at Helsingor, Denmark. It's another 200 miles drive to the port of Esbjerg, where I took the 18-hour ferry to Harwich, England.
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Welcome to England, in an uncharacteristically bright spell of good weather. Or "fine" weather as they call it here. I'm trying to fit in, so I talk about the weather constantly, and it's a sure-fire conversation starter. Samuel Johnson famously noted, in 1758: "It is commonly observed, that when two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather." Dude, that is, like, so true.
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I guess I could have shown some more beautiful coast photos first. But here it is: under the piers in perhaps Clacton-on-Sea, Essex. Just down the way from Walton-on-Naze, don't ya know. (It's true.)
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A fixture on English beaches: the beach hut. Privately owned, and chock-a-block on most beaches. These have an unusual amount of space between them.
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A wind farm some miles out to sea. There is a big one being built off the Norfolk coast, nine miles out to sea, that will be have 87 turbines (in up to 60 feet of water,) powering 220,000 homes.
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Oh, the history! This is Framlingham Castle, where Mary Tudor, daughter of Henry VIII, was proclaimed the first Queen of England, in 1553. She was as lovely as her dear old Dad! According to Wikipedia, she had 280 religious dissenters burned at the stake. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_I_of_England
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This is the interior of the castle, such as it is. There's an amazing amount of history here, primarily about the rich and powerful. Poor people don't really have history, now, do they? "Until the lion has his or her own storyteller, the hunter will always have the best part of the story."
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The castle was completed in 1220 A.D. or so. Great intrigue and nastiness in the three powerful families of the area competing for power with the King. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Framlingham_Castle
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This is the church in Framlingham. I love the wonky gravestones. "Framingham" Massachusetts (missing the "L" for some reason) was named for here, based on a wealthy emigrant who owned most of the land surrounding the city there.
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The tomb of Henry Howard, the 3rd Earl of Surrey, and good friend of Henry VIII's illegitimate son, whose tomb is just next to this one. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Howard,_Earl_of_Surrey
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Pews in the church. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael_the_Archangel,_Framlingham
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Moody light inside the church.
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In Memory of YOU, Who Died TOO SOON, Aged NOT ENOUGH. Broken Record Boy is here to remind you: you don't know when it will happen, only THAT it will happen. And you don't need to prepare for some (hopefully) far off day as much as you need to really dig in and love and immerse yourself into this day that you're having. This one. Right now.
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I went charging up a hill to find a place to photograph this.
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I like the colors here. It's not a brilliant pic, cuz I stopped on a road and put my camera out my window to hastily take it. On the wrong side of the road.
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This looks the distortion from a super wide angle lens. But no - this village has the most wobbly-looking houses I've seen.
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Another medieval house, with bricks between the wood.
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That front window is just as bowed as it looks. There's another proper window on the inside.
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Stained glass in a church.
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Have you heard of the "Green Man?" He's a pre-Christian character that shows up on churches all over England (and the world), and has for about 800 years. "Primarily it is interpreted as a symbol of rebirth, or "renaissance," representing the cycle of growth each spring." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_man
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Flowers in a town square.
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Ummm, them are some good worms. Worm sashimi.
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The Norfolk coast, not far from Sheringham, where I walked to along the coast trail.
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I wanted to run after this couple so I could send them this picture, but they'd think I was stalking with them. I guess I would have been, but in a nice way. It's easier to approach people when I'm traveling with someone else, especially with a woman. Some people aren't too sure about a big single guy. But English people have been incredibly friendly and outgoing, which I love.
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(The End)

4 comments:

Kimart said...

Hey Dave!
Thanks for all the beautiful photos in Scandinavia - we have deep roots there and ongoing connections today. We will be spending Thanksgiving in southern California with a nephew from Denmark who is visiting the U.S. as a school exchange student this year. Appreciated hearing about your Danish ancestor. Husband Kim was born in Denmark and came to the U.S. at age five as a modern "pioneer" convert to the church. They got to fly, but it was still quite a traumatic and dramatic process to leave family and possessions behind and start out from scratch. But I'm glad he came :)

Hope you get out of England safely (drive on the left!). Keep taking photos and sharing stories - we appreciate and enjoy.

Renawaterson said...

Again and as always, LOVE THE PHOTOS!!   Love the history on the Tudors...I watched the mini series just last year and it was relatively accurate on all counts except the actor who played Henry VIII was really hot and it's know that in real life he was a fat pig that smelled...better tv to have the actor something good to look at.  Thanks Davemo

Dave Adair said...

I didn't realize you had the Danish connection. I didn't know I did, either! Also I met a fellow camper in Italy who was from Denmark and somehow it came up that he was Mormon, and his mother had spent time in Mesa, Arizona. I told him I had a bunch of family there. From the stories that I read about my ancestors there must have been a pretty sizable Mormon contingent there.

Dave Adair said...

Thanks Rena! I'm glad you like the posts. I'm getting more into the history the longer I'm here. It's fascinating!