the day after I took a walk along the western edge of Daniaparken in Bo01, I stumbled across a series of people jumping (or dipping) into the ocean. when I arrived at a stepped stonework area that led directly into the ocean, I knew this was the place. the water must be cold, but if they are doing it, I try it too. I pedaled home as quickly as possible. even me, a crazy person who is willing to jump in the cold waters of Sweden, knows that scary monsters inhabit the ocean after dark.
I returned with a backpack loaded with a towel and an ice cold 50 cl (500 ml) Swedish beer. I leaned the bike against the concrete wall, stripped down to my suit, carefully removed my flippie floppies, and waded ankle deep onto the wooden platform. I stood for quite some time, skeptical of the temperatural (yes, that is definitely a word) effect of the sea on my body. finally, after courage came and went several times, I swan dived into the icy blue water...
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| the aftermath of a dip in the ocean before sunset, as evidenced by flip flops and beer |
nothing solves the world's problems like taking a dip in the ocean at sunset and drinking a cold beer.
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