Riding into Fjällbacka was a dream. It’s the most picturesque town I have ever been to. Tiny white houses with red roofs line the rocky shore over crystal blue waters. It’s a small town and it felt even smaller because we literally didn’t see a single person while crossing through the town north to south, in search of our campground.
via Why did the chicken cross the road? (Sweden, Stromstad to Fjallbacka, May 7th) – Out for a Rip
Header photo by: Lasse Edwartz
