The mossy and crumbling remains of a Swedish castle built in 1309. I ate lunch here and then carried on. Speaking of eating, after nearly four months of trusty service, my flame-throwing stove kicked the bucket as I was about to prepare the millionth meal of pasta. But donīt shed one tear - Iīm not. I'm actually glad it died. Heck, Iīll probably go back and dance on its grave. I was always having to haul it all over creation, and it took up a good deal of volume, added weight and made everything in that pannier smell like gasoline. So now itīs a new menu - like cold beans and brocolli wrapped in a corn tortilla in the evening. It is great, seriously, and now people will not see strange flames leaping from the woods in the evening when I am preparing meals. (10-18-04)
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Castle, Western Swedish Coast |
