I found someone who could speak English to help me decipher the bus schedule with all it's symbols. I got on the right bus.
The harbor/town area of Visby is surrounded by a high wall with turrets.
The trip takes about an hour up island. The fences are most interesting. They are pretty much all wood fences of varying designs.
Many were simple cross-hatched field fencing. We were going too fast for me to get a picture of those. Interesting. The countryside could have been anywhere in the US upper midwest except for a few things.
There is a special sheep that Gotland has.
There was one town close to Slite where we were going to be digging that had a cement plant. The gravel pit was huge - I guess they all are come to think of it.
The bus was zooming along the country roads - like England, mass transit stays on time no matter how fast they have to go! There were rows of houses here and there but not many - very rural up most of the island.
I narrowly missed getting off at the right place
because something went wrong with their sign that told which stop was next. Luckily I was watching the road and saw a sign for the school. I asked the bus driver and though she didn't speak English, I pronounced it close enough to where she understood me and pointed me in the right direction. It was surprisingly hot and humid - guess I had not expected that in Sweden! I found the school but it was locked and no one was around. I tried calling the only number I had in my paperwork and it had a long message in Swedish that used up all my phone minutes. It is an old military base so lots of yellow buildings. I knew the dormitory was newly renovated but nothing looked particulary new. After wandering around awhile, I finally hit the jackpot: someone who spoke English AND knew where the dorm was! I was only a few blocks. I found the building and my room and even the person I had been emailing with.
The internet was wired and I did not have a cord so hence the late entries. I had a nice view from my window.
Got settled in and went back to the store for a few things. I believe I might have bought sour milk by mistake as I ended up sick. To be continued the next morning.
Arrived in Visby to find there are no buses to the bus terminal for the up-island buses on Sunday. The sign telling where the information booth was was in Swedish and no one spoke English. It was nowhere that I could see! I finally grabbed the last available taxi and got to the bus station. It was closed.