Sylarna at last after 20km.

Has anybody seen my feet somewhere? Feels like crouching through the Fjäll. One good bastu (the thing called sauna in the rest of the world), clothes washed, meal cooked (still no instant stuff, my back loves loosing weight to carry) and a day off! We'll sacrifice one of our STHLM-buffer days. Just one day for feet-recreation.

And it's funny how nice and friendly other tourists are up north. Must be a bit of 'No pain, no gain' and 'hang on each other'. So I'll have to try out Kungsholmen restaurant in STHLM and check the online student system of Dalarna University.

What a great fraggin' view, btw.

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