Saturday, 12 May 2018

Ice cream in icy winds, Glimmingehus and crossing the country to Simrishamn

...Glimmingehus! We said, and turned the wheel to the right. (More or less -Vildana woke me up in the car and I said yes to going there - the building is rare, from 1499, and I have wanted to visit for a long time).
I made the super wise decision to buy an ice cream with mudcake flavour. It was delicious.
It looks like it is in the middle of nowhere. Selma Lagerlöf made her character Nils Holgersson save some grains here, did you know this? This kind of almost matches with the images I had of this place as a child.
These days, there is a hostel at the inner yard, which is where the people moved after the standards changed (like, "there is no one to protect us - let's build thick but cold walls nobody can destroy"-standards).
Then we continued our journey to Simrishamn.
We stumbled upon a place with delicious pizza, according to the White guide, with a small detail left out: the staff. I can think of plenty other things the staff would be happier doing, and these things would to a large part not really include customers.
But again - the flavours, nam-nam. While waiting for the gates to open at 5 p.m., a guy was dreaming about ordering from the menu.
After a quick glance at a secret graveyard and brackish water, it was time to go back across the country. The next day, we would be passing by Tycho Brahe and see Danish art.

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