Adventure in Nynäshamn, a quiet coastal town an hour south of Stockholm
I finally got off the peninsula, but was presented with a dilemma in the form of a freeway I had to cross with no footpath or pedestrian bridge nearby (the bridge I used in the morning was much too far noth of where I was now).
I kind of walked along the road as best as I could, squeezing in between the rail and the fence marking the refinery property.
Eventually I was forced to just run across.
And then naturally discovered there was a path just a few steps away that I didn’t notice.
So I found myself back in the neighborhood near the Nynäsgård train station where I started, and I wanted to walk the final mile into downtown Nynäshamn. In this area, most of the houses had a common shape like the one shown below. They were also predominantly painted red.
I decided I love the looks of these Swedish houses and want one just like it 🙂
Finally I come to the main road and notice humorously that Polisen is closed.
Seriously? Nynäshamn police station only does business for 14 hours per week? Bahahahaha the bank must be jealous.
Here’s the pendaltåg terminal, right by the water.
I guess the hip thing to do on a saturday afternoon is to eat icecream and sit around. I imagine life to be so uncomplicated in a place like this.
Here’s the marina where everyone was gathered.
I walked into a random restaurant and sat down at a table outside, with a nice view right by the water.
I ordered Oxfilé pasta, and it was A++ delicious.
I definately left a 30% tip on a 50$ dinner… I was in a great mood though because after 18.5 kilometers my body was death and now here I find myself with a beer and pasta with steak in it and water and blue sky and sitting outside and people walking by and warm and breeze and since I eat out at restaurants effectively never I felt generous and left a nice tip. And I will not proofread that sentence.
