6th of August

The breakfast. Breaking the nightly fast was something we were looking forward to. Denied the opportunity to eat in the Bistro, we were somewhat starved when the morning finally came. Interestingly, there had been several notes celebrating the splendor of the breakfast, but surprisingly little information providing practical details. In fact, when we went down and started yanking the door, a young lady provided us with the information that it would be another 15-20 minutes before breakfast was served. And then she looked at us and tried to lock the door, as if we would decide to sneak in while her back was turned to snatch a scoop of Kalles kaviar perhaps. Unfortunately, the door wouldn't lock, even after her insistent attempts, so she instead placed a small ashtray outside the door to stop us. Let me just add, for a moment here, that I live in a modern world. I have seen zombie movies, alright? This barrier wouldn't really suffice to stop a horde of ravenous proles, clawing to gain access to the culinary goodies (brainsss). Reading the tracks on the door, there had already been some attempts though.
It WAS surprisingly good, though, the breakfast. There was a tiny bottle with orange juice for each person, which was a nice gesture. A small bowl of yogurt with berries on top, covered in sugar and cardamom (a new one to me, but quite interesting in it's tangy taste!) Cardamom is incidentally the third most expensive spice in the world, following saffron (which everybody knows about) and vanilla (heey!). I just might take up this practice at home - it was THAT good! Some strawberries and home-made pastries and so on made for a really nice breakfast. And there was even a theme amongst the china, even though the chairs still didn't match! All the while, sounds of a raspy old gramophone squeaking out some tunes from the 20s in the dampened background.

The day then carried us over the northern coast of the tormented landscape that is Fårö. There is a small road going along the coastline display rauks, rauks and more rauks. We started out carrying the flag high, but after the first immense site, we just made small touch-down samples and then passed the area with expediency. Enroute to the ferry, we did stop by some interesting places, like the small outpost of choleraepidemics which later turned into a funeral for the sailors quarantined there.

There was a lot more taking place on that day, driving down the east side of Gotland, passing some churches, ruins and finally reaching the destination for the night, a boardinghouse on the west side, just by the sea. Very beautiful, rustic, serene. Felt like something out of a novel or an old monochrome movie. Some pictures will find their way to FlickR later on, with parts of the story for you guys to piece together. We ate dinner that night at Bruna Dörren in Ljugarn, which can be highly recommended. Not very classy, to be sure, but the food was good and you got to sit by the beach.

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