I have now reached my goal in Sweden. The 891 kilometers (557 miles) along the eastcoast diverges not even with 10 kilometers from the expected 900 kilometers (863 miles).

Today's biking was the easiest so far. For the first time we had the wind in our backs, maybe because we biked purely westward, and the cruising speed was 30 kph (19 mph) during almost the whole way. The extremely sunny weather added to the good experience.

We took a break at Smygehuk, the southernmost point of our 1600 kilometers (1000 miles) long country. In Trelleborg we had a big meal of falafel. While walking around in the city, we finally found a cheap and good hairdresser, who cut both our hairs. Then we had a look at the Trelle castle, that has given the town its name but was found by archeologists and then rebuilt only years ago, before Jörgen continued his trip around Skåne.

I guess it was in time that we went separate ways. He's been a great biking partner, but except from that, we don't have much in common. But that's also what's so good about biking: that you can share some nights in a tent and get some company as well as reduced meal and camping costs with whoever happens to bike up to you.

Tonight I'll take the ferry to Rostock, from where I will bike through eastern Germany to its capital Berlin. In many ways it feels like this is where the real adventure begins. I will be touring for eight weeks – not even two have passed.

The continental feeling is represented by more than the palm trees that the town of Trelleborg has planted along the boulevards to make the city look exotic – at the ferry terminal I met other bike tourers: a pair of Dutch tourers who came up to me since my bags are from the Netherlands, and a Danish father with his son. This is unusal for me – I have seen very few bike tourers in Sweden, and hope that will change in Germany, where bike touring is a big thing and something that's respected by car drivers. Well, I guess I gonna see proof on that one quite soon.

At the same time that I'm loaded and ready to enter the continent, I can't help thinking: The Swedish eastcoast from Stockholm to Trelleborg – isn't that enough? Of course I won't think about the answer. Not now.