The next day at 5:30 we woke up – local time. To my inner clock, it was 4:30. This left us enough time to grab a coffee/hot chocolate before the ferry arrived at 7:30 in Turku, Finland. From there, we took some trains further up north, to visit , the master of bread.
The train ride was unexciting, connecting trains were reached, nothing exploded. While looking out the window, I could see seemingly endless forest in all directions, just going on and on and on …
The occasional house tended to be in the middle of absolutely nowhere, rarely accompanied by a second building. explained to me, that two houses are basically already a town, as Finns value privacy. This explanation was consistent with the fact that, while approaching with the ferry, we had seen a small island with exactly one house on it. More isolation is probably difficult.
I know Finnish people value their privacy, but this just seems a bit over the top for me
then picked us up at the train station and introduced us to his family. His depiction of events can be found here.
He showed us around and together we took the bicycles to a small plot of farm land his family rents, where we gathered a bunch of vegetables. I really got into the whole process of removing weeds.
After returning home, we first ate a Finnish dessert with oats, apples, sugar, butter and vanilla sauce (truly the most healthy and nutritious thing there is), and then were able to taste some of ‘s all-famous bread.
It was delicious, as expected!