Over to Umeå, where I got the same evening. In Umeå, I met with three strangers. It was fun, I had to ask how a club works these days – I enter, and then what? They invited me to an afterparty right after I said I was going to sleep. So I said "alright". And got there on one of their bikes. And it was 3.29 a.m. and sunny, but not that kind of sun I expected. "You [seriously] thought you would see midnight sun here? For that you have to go to Trondheim, or Abisko."
Conclusion, scientific report: the nights here as as bright in the summer as in Stockholm.
Then I got to borrow the bike of another mister to go back to Umeå city. System was: my escort would get the key once I locked it and return the key to his friend the next day. I really want to share this, for you to have when you encounter similar situations in the future and seek key solutions.
"Day" was obviously super young. I estimated that I had no margins: four hours of sleep, then hotel breakfast, then sleeping two hours till checkout and then hardcore tourism,
before taking the bus (which magically matched everything) to a locally famous tasty pizzeria in the woods (in "the lakes") right next to Tavelsjö: Roots. They have fun pizza names there. What is so special about this rhubarb drink except the 2019 mathantverk award? That the house across the water you see is where it is made. Roots likes keeping it local.
"Hard core tourism" remains a wide definition in the books. For me, this involved discussing delicacies and distributors of non-alcoholic beverages here at Duå, window shopping – I mean shopping for my windows – and visiting a museum on women's history (a confirmed blogpost will ascend this blog platform).
"The wagons are going to split in Sundsvall [in the middle of the night], make sure to be in the right wagon then."