Reception called her Ladybike #4, but I knew I was in the company of a warrior princess. Her name is Hildigunn, and she is my bicycle for the day.
Together we braved the local wildlife.
The ancient paths, with fences like ritual burial ships.
And a correction. Yesterday, I spent some time on the matter of Uppsala’s perfect level of fullness. Today, as I rode along the river, I noticed that all the friendly-looking youth had in fact come from a reggae rock festival, which has now been packed up. It has to be said that this evening Uppsala is a bit quiet.