Traveltales: Västerås-Tillberga part 2

Weather: flaky weather with lots of rain and pretend snow
Distance:~15km, mostly flat city/bike roads.
Highlights: nice people, belief restored, new sturdier wagon frame, the surprise
Bottoms: the never ending rain, deteriorating health

Health: Stomach, joints and headache painlevel: 9/10 (the lower the better)
Asthma soso Sight soso Feet OK
Stomach not all happy, not just pain. Nausea and dizziness
Mental health: initially 10/10,  end of section: 1/10 (higher is better)
weight: ~97g sled total weight: ~83kg

Forever after

My wagons frame was eventually fixed after many hours of dedication and love from the team from Fun Bike, I have now an expledid wagon frame worth of 1000 miles.
Not that I didn’t like my Carla-vagnen, but it was bound to not last.

North again, for the fif.six..seventh..ah whatever-time

Directly after the frame was fixed I started to feel funky. I stopped by the McDonalds that was nearby and there I sat waiting for the painkillers to do their magic. Even though the pain didn’t entirely passed, I decided to endure and walk anyway, perhaps some physical activity might help the pain go away.

The weather was as so far, horrible. A dense drizzle pulled me down even lower in the morale scale.

I didn’t go far, tops 5km in the outskirts of Västerås, in a small community called Hökåsen. where I was forced to stop. My body was just not ok. I was having nausea, dizziness and the pain was getting much worse. Since it was late at night, there was nothing open and I was too close to the city to be able to camp anywhere.
I stopped first under the roof at a delivery shipping area from the local convenience store, then I hid my sled, took the night bus back in to town and kept riding buses the night long.

Praise the..

In the morning I was able to reach the local church, than able to rest in the guest rooms sofa a while. After some hours I woke up and wasn’t feeling too well.
I thanked for the hospitality, visited the pizzeria that was nearby for a meal and continued north, towards Sevalla.

Near death

Sevalla was roughly 11 km, which is a doable leg to do, if you are healthy.
Pushing my hardest, the upcoming kilometers was really rough. I had to pass by this small unpaved road in the middle of a crop field, then when I reached the road, I was to cross the railway but that crossing was locked! I had to go around a greater distance or try to snuck on the side then over..

The trains passed and there was barely any sound or alarms. I was scouting how to pass and was nearly ran over by a train!

Without much hesitation and a slight fear for my life, I decided to try.
BANG! The entire sled decided to faint. I wanted to faint! The whole thing was so heavy and I had no room to pull it up by myself, especially when not all fit to fight.

Luckily, it wasn’t all that late and there were houses nearby, so I knocked and got a response. A young man came to my rescue and soon me and Mrs Sled, was on our way again. The frame was living up the expectations but the drawbars became tad bent.

Saffronbuns, ambulance, Er

Just as I thanks the young man, another person came by, this time a family wondering what on earth I was doing. As I explained, they thought it was interesting and invited me over for a break and saffron buns. As lover of these buns I couldn’t resist, so yes!
The brief meeting and break was welcome, then I moved on.
My body had other plans, as I was only able to walk another 4 or so km before my innards wanted be more outwards so to speak. Everything I had eaten was now gone.
I stopped by a nearby old stone church and cemetery ( I know, another one) and sat down to re-hydrate as much as I could, then continued.

This time I was barely able to move more than 100m and was heading towards the woods when I realized I had to call for medical advice. I was scolded then redirected to 112, soon followed by me parking my sled at some poor fellows garden and being fetched by ambulance to the ER.

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