The journey continues to Kåseberga, where the landscape meets the sea, and history’s winds blow. At Ales stenar, we discover Sweden’s largest presterade ship setting, a place steeped in myth and archaeology. The trip along the coast takes us to Simrishamn. We then head to Karlshamn. In these places, memories and the scent of the sea linger in the air.
The journey continues! We spent a few hours exploring the charming cobblestone streets of Ystad. After that, we headed to Ales Stenar, a short distance away. Now, let me explain Ales Stenar in a simple and engaging manner, without boring you.
Ales stenar, a towering structure situated a few miles away, stands amidst hundreds of people. Several hang gliders gracefully circled above us, making it a popular destination for gliding from the cliffs.
From an overcrowded parking lot, the road to the site stretched nearly a kilometer. The narrow path was bustling with visitors jostling to reach the top, while others hurried back to their cars.
What are Ales stenar, then? It’s a ship setting comprising 59 stones, each weighing approximately 5 tons. The formation measures approximately 67 meters in length and 19 meters in width, making it Sweden’s largest preserved ship setting. The stones date back to the Vendel period (around 540–790 AD). They are made of granite and sandstone. At the front, there is a prominent white quartzite stone. Despite the absence of a grave, its purpose remains uncertain, but it is widely regarded as a grave monument.
It didn’t seem to end there, and I suppose we weren’t going home just yet. They claimed that a fishing harbor lies along the narrow path down from the 32-meter high cliff. There are fishing shacks, restaurants, and a dock—if you can call it that. We wandered there. I guess we decided to try the local cuisine. We especially wanted to taste the smoked fish in all its supposed forms.
The intoxicating aroma of smoked fish mingled with the invigorating scent of the sea as we strolled along the quay. Every tempting offering for tourists beckoned us, sparking our curiosity. We lost track of time at the magnificent Ales stones for two hours. Afterward, we set off in our car.
Excitement bubbled within us as we drove towards Simrishamn. Finally, we returned to Karlshamn, where I spent cherished years of my youth in high school. This journey was steeped in history. It became a profound exploration of time. It echoed my personal history and the tales of ages past.
Exciting details await in the next part!
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