Bike tour from Ahus
Sticking my nose into almost every nook and cranny of Ahus, I left it in my hibernation in order to see something more on the last day. Something more was the city of Kristianstad, 20 km inland, which, being built in 1614, took away all the laurels from Ahus and turned the latter into his summer residence.
I had a good Swedish bicycle at my disposal. Minimum frills, maximum reliability. And on this 2-wheeled horse I went in search of a miracle in the direction of Kristianstad. Just like my main positive character, Leopold the Cat, taught in childhood: “And with this song I roll around the world, I roll, I roll wherever I want. ”
Once out on the wing (this is when the pedals spin almost automatically), I swallowed miles like a victim of fast food at McDonald's, ruthlessly swallowing cheeseburgers.
The road was comfortable and paved. Unlike Finland, a cyclist does not need a map in Sweden. Distance signs everywhere. I was interested in the fact that most of the cycling route does not run along the road, as everywhere else, but somewhere in the bosom of nature. The possibility of swallowing exhaust gases for sports-oriented individuals is much less.
The task was for an amateur. In four hours it was necessary to drive back and forth and still have time to see the city itself. Tobish, the quicker you turn the wheel, the more time you have for sightseeing.
I note that Google, like no one else, knew my speed of movement better in advance. Despite all my efforts, I never exceeded the estimated average speed of 20 km / h.
