Cold water

Today I decided to be a bit crazy and go swim in the Öresund channel, which runs between southern Sweden and Denmark.

I rode my bike down to the water, just half a kilometre from my home (one of the advantages of living in Lomma). The wind was strong and clouds filled the sky, but I thought it would be a great way to kick start the day after doing a bit of morning work at my job at Alfa.lt.

I got to the beach and was comforted by the fact that there were a few kids around wearing bathers.

I rode down to the southern beach — not where sunbathers and swimmers usually go, but where my landlord Torsten suggested — and I was all alone. I took off my shirt and ran into the water. Pretty cold, but not totally shocking.

Wading in I realised it probably wasn't going to get much deeper. Those in the know told me that you need to go about 400 metres before getting into swimming-depth water, but I was too lazy to go so far, so I just lay down when I got in knee-deep.

My my was it...refreshing. I put my head under and wow, what a feeling! After pulling all the seaweed and crap out of my hair I felt like a million bucks. So I stayed in the water until I started to feel cold then went back to the bike and rode off.

Very fresh indeed.