As in Oklahoma on any early Sunday morning, the real fishermen are out no matter what the weather. I'm sleeping near a fishing dock and the first voices I hear on this misty morning are those of the fishermen. The're bringing in beautiful 3 to 5 lb trout out of the lake.
Packed up and started for Motala. Arrived after a grueling grind and looked for a place to buy some food. Closed up tight on a Sunday, so I picked out some goodies and used the remainder of my marmalade and had lunch on the riverbank.
Now I know why this day is called Sunday. Not since I left Sodertalje have I seen the sun. Today she breaks the clouds apart and shines through. It's heartwarming. Arrived at the Omberg hostel and checked in. A German boy traveling by car is the only other person here tonight. We went down to the lake. We tested the water and I fell in to my waist. Right after a hot shower and clean clothes, wrote letters and went to bed.
Mileage Askersund to Omberg 81 km, 50 miles
Lunch 1.00
Hostel 1.10
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