There are those who seek conventional tours. Copenhagen, as an example, was full of them, all dutifully following the same well-worn path around the must-see sites and locations and in all likelihood clutching their Baedecker/Lonely Planet/other guidebook. There’s nowt wrong with that, of course, since by definition it seems to suit most folk down to the ground. We though seem to possess a wilful streak that directs us to other routes and destinations, places where we might not encounter quite so many people on the same mission.
A few years ago, while travelling in Australia, we hit on the idea of using places with odd or childishly amusing names* to decide our routes. We hadn’t had much opportunity to employ that method until now, so out came the map of Norway and Sweden (thoughtfully provided by Kate’s parents – thank you again for that) and into the fine print we delved. It took Kate almost no time at all to hit upon two fine examples of town names and our route north was decided for us. We would leave Copenhagen the next morning and aim to camp overnight at the splendidly named town of Höör, before moving on next day to call in on the equally impressively titled village of Båstad… You couldn’t make this stuff up, could you?! By the way, if either of the people who read this blog want to take a hand in directing our travels, just let us know if you find any other preposterously named places in Sweden or Norway and we’ll do our best to go there. Probably.
So far, then, our outlandish navigational methods seemed to be working. But what should we look out for along the way? We couldn’t find any other swearily-named Swedish towns to visit and we don’t have the guide books to tell us about the mo st popular places to visit. So it was down to Kate again to interrogate the internet. She applied the thumbscrews to it and came up with the atlasobscura.com website – utterly and perfectly suited to our needs. Have a look for yourself.
Following its advice, to date we have called in on the UFO Monument (quite near Båstad actually)
and now we’re overnighting on the site of the Grimeton Ultra-Low Frequency radio transmitter, an array of huge radio masts that were put up around the time of the First World War to establish comms with New York.
There are a lot of other wiggly-amp related antennas (or possibly aerials?) around, some of which are still in use, but sadly we can’t get wi-fi access off them. So much for technology, eh?
*Like Poowong or Bogey…