Malmö and other Stuff in Southern Sweden

May 4, 2013 17:32 – 17:32

Today, I continued on my nomadic style of travel. I began the day thinking “Oh, yeah… I’ll visit a restored Viking village!” This being Saturday, it never occurred to me that it’d be closed. Yep. The sign said (in Swedish, of course) that it’s open Monday through Friday until June 26th. Beginning June 26th, it’ll also be open on Saturday and Sunday… until late August. Because, of course, there are no weekend tourists this time of year. An equally-puzzled family from Vancouver was there. We shared some “Eh”s and some laughs.

My guess is that they keep it open for school programs during the week, but don’t get enough visitors this time of year to justify weekend hours. In any case, it’s called Fotevikens Museum. I did manage to get a few pictures from the grounds. This was a Viking ship masthead.

…and another one.

And a genuine Viking cat. She told me her name is Olga. Well, it might’ve been Meow. I don’t understand Feline Swedish.

This appears to be the famous Jammer Hammer poem. Yes. THAT poem. It’s so famous, I don’t need to translate it.

Here’s an ancient Viking manmade port. Either that, or it’s a circle of rocks. Had the museum been open, I’d know for certain.

Here’s a large rock with ancient Viking markings on it.

Here’s the front of the closed museum… just in case someone doesn’t know what closed looks like.

…and the amusing sign.

Now in the mood for ancient shit, I spun the Garmin Roulette wheel (looking for Historic Landmarks), and it landed on Falsterbo Strandbad. One of the most popular beaches in Sweden is here, along with an historic lighthouse and the remnants of Skänor Castle.

Here’s the lighthouse:

The plate near the bottom says:

I thought I got some pictures of the castle remnants, but I don’t see them. Maybe I dreamed it.

As I was driving there, I noticed a lot of locals carrying cloth bags walking towards the beach. I wondered if there might be a festival or something. No. They were just pining for the dunes and were walking there so they could catch some rays. If I turned my camera to the right here, you’d see some Swedes sunning themselves. But, discretion is called for because they were… er, fully dressed. Yes. I guess 50 degrees isn’t the right temperature for nude sunbathing, even in Sweden.

Nestled in between the dunes are dozens of these little beach cabanas. They’re all locked up, and some had been buried by a sand blizzard.

Still in the mood for Viking stuff, I decided to try another site. This time, however, I was fully prepared for it to be closed. So, I set a course for Trelleborgen. Quoting from

“Trelleborg is a collective name for six Viking Age circular forts, located in Denmark and the southern part of modern Sweden. Five of them have been dated to the reign of the Harold Bluetooth of Denmark (died 986). The city of Trelleborg has been named after one of these fortresses. Today Trelleborgen is part of a Viking Age fortress complex, which has been reconstructed. There is a Viking museum with souvenir shop, café and guided tours during the summer.”

And, yes, it was closed. But, no… that didn’t stop me. Since it was closed, there was nobody there to stop me (and others) from venturing in. Solid wood kept out intruders. Fortunately, nobody knew about fire and termites back then.



Vikings liked inscribing rocks, I guess. Given how vivid the colors are here, I’m guessing this was restored or recreated. But, the museum staff was strangely silent.

Denmark and Sweden have these huge black and white birds. I’ve forgotten what they’re called. For now, I’ll just call them huge black and white birds.

And here were some other interlopers… interloping.

Following Trelleborgen, I was hungry for lunch. Thanks to the good folks at my favorite Swedish hypermarket, I had a picnic lunch of roasted chicken, a wheat roll, and Gouda cheese. My favorite hypermarket in Sweden?

Next on my nomadic adventure, I decided to do a little bit more research before driving. I spun the dial and came up with Lund Cathedral. But, en route, this caught my attention from the distance.

I was on a limited access road at the time, and it took a while to find it. On my final approach, this got my attention:

Yes! It turns out that Uppåkra Kyrka (Church) is built on top of an Iron Age village! Like everything else on Saturdays in May in Sweden, the site was closed. But again, that didn’t stop me… from hiking around a little and taking pictures of the lovely signs, graves, and the church.

As it turns out, the symbol at the lower left is the key to antiquities sites in Sweden. When you see one of those, it’s not warning about a cloverleaf intersection on the interstate.

In this picture below, the mound at the right is part of an archeological dig.

Here lies Professor Tord Olin, who was very lucky not to have been a schoolboy in Virginia, where Tord would be indistinguishable from a similar word.

After leaving that church, I was once again on the road to Lund. One last thing to contemplate, though. I have no idea what this sign was about.

I finally arrived at the acclaimed Lund Cathedral, where a concert was about to begin, and a sign saying “No Sightseers” was just being put into place when the caretaker saw me and my camera. So, just exterior shots.

Here’s another example of Scandinavian fashion. A difference between here and Denmark is that more of the women were wearing skirts with their tights.

And a few weren’t wearing tights at all!


Lund Cathedral wasn’t the only pretty building in town. Kungshuset, pictured below, is also gorgeous.

Lund itself is quite striking. Here are additional pictures from around the town.

Oh… and I think I might have a stalker. I saw this troubadour trooping the streets of Lund.

Two hours later, I again saw her… this time in Malmö, a block from my hotel!

When she saw me, she laughed. So did I. Hmm… maybe she thinks I’m stalking her!

Before that, however, I thought I’d take in one more site before coming back to the hotel. And, here it is—Thottka Husen. It’s the oldest (mid 16th century) half-timbered house in Malmö, and now a restaurant.

And across the street, here’s proof that I was somewhere!

Back at the hotel, I decided to take a walk to see if I could find some dinner. I found a place named Sibylla. I quickly googled it, and the reviews were good. In the three minutes it took to do so, however, it had closed. After all, it is Saturday, and it was 1 minute after 7 pm. I won’t tell you where I actually did get dinner. But, its name starts with Burger and ends with King.

I finally got a picture of this weird twisted building in downtown Malmö. It’s known as the Turning Torso.
Unfortunately, the sun was right above it, which made getting a good picture difficult.

And while there are hundreds more pictures I took today, I thought I’d close with today’s Irony Award winner. Open House wasn’t open.

Tomorrow, I head north to Stockholm. There was a solar burst yesterday, so there’s a chance of an aurora. But, I won’t be far enough north yet to see it (and the sky won’t be dark enough because of urban light pollution). This is only day 2 of a 14 day trip, though… so, there’s a good chance I’ll see something while I’m here.

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