This time on my own sweet wheels! And isn’t that clicking from a healthy cassette just the most gorgeous of sounds?

I am on my way to volunteer for four weeks at Herräng Dance Camp, a huge lindy hop dance festival.

I packed too much – the roughly 120km between Stockholm and Herräng took me two days to pedal. That is OK, it’s what I planned for, but in retrospect I could have left some dresses and skirts at home in order to not ride with a backpack but only the bike bags. I was really sore when I arrived; I guess that’s the price of wanting to feel pretty on the dance floor.

Or is it feminism? Instead of travelling with cool and exclusive survival gear, my bags are full with pretty clothes, dancing shoes, books, crafting and sketching material, tarot cards and god knows what else!

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(This story told in pictures.)