A standard day not much different from many others. I woke up in Gothenburg and started making my way north, generally following some of the cycle paths. Weird signs.
After perhaps 15 miles I got a flat in my rear tire.
I fixed it as one does. The puncture was an outer tube puncture from a rock. I didn’t really have a patch remaining so I replaced the tube. I went perhaps another 10 miles before I got a flat. I’d redirected to the nearest “bike shop” as I’d needed some backup tubes and patches. It was what looked like a very short walk. Unfortunately the road was being repaved so I had to walk along in the ditch. When I got to where the “shop” was I realized I hadn’t interrogated my maps well enough and it was bad marker. It was the middle of nowhere without a shop for at least 30 miles.
I decided to attempt a repair next to some roadworks fellows. They kept me company as I repaired and we exchanged the usual pleasantries. The shorter fellow was a bike and got me a backup tube, which while undersized would work in a pinch. I jury-rigged a patch from discard patches and made it work. I inflated to 55 PSI and my pump went entirely kaput. As I don’t have the little adapter there was no luck of finding a farmer with a compressor should something go wrong.
Per the roadworks fellows I started towards Lilla Edet which has a bike shop (turn out they also do electronics repair). I hoped I would make it the entire way.
I did not make it the whole way. I ended up walking for about four hours. It was mindless. Pretty and great weather. It was not a bad way to spend an afternoon.
 I got a hotel in Lilla Edet as the bike shop was closed. I may need to head back to Gothenburg even.
As I was getting keys for the hotel a fellow cyclist introduced himself. He was a 72-year-old man from the Netherlands and apparently the oldest to ever complete the trans German trail. He was traveling to northern Norway by car. He had all of his cycling equipment and allowed me to patch and fill my tire. Hopefully enough to get me to a bike shop. If not I’ll probably just hide the bike and bus/train into town. The trains unfortunately require the bike to be disassembled and packaged.

I’m any event, he then carried my bags to me for my room as I hoisted the bike of my shoulder and up a flight of stairs. We caught up on his travels, which were quite extraordinary, as I wolfed down a delicious raggmunk med fläsk (basically latkes with bacon and a cranberry like jam). He takes a more bikepacking approach so we traded light jibes on equipment differences.
Thank you Jaap! I hope to see you when I pass through the Netherlands!
Tomorrow I get repair stuff. Not expecting any big distances.