August 1, 2015
In the south of Sweden, on the bus from Ysad, I met a young man who told me to get off at Kåseberga, three more stops. From there I would be able to walk to Ales Stener.
The young man said he was also going to see Ales Stener so I was puzzled when he got off the bus well before the stop he suggested to me. When I asked him why, he said, “I am flying there.”
Flying there? It’s only a few kilometers!