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 Early in the morning outside Motala. Daniel is anxious to get away. (Photo: me)
 The mortal hot dog pose: Daniel, Andreas and Mårten. The new swedish word "dödskorv" was invented as we drove down from Stockholm the evening before. (Photo: me)
 The ice was like a marble floor. No one of us had ever skated on such frictionless ice before. (Photo: me)

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 At some places the ice had patterns that looked like mother-of-pearl inlay. (Photo: me)
 The ice from the southern part of the lake had been pressed into/onto/under the ice of the northen part. (Photo: me)
 The fantastic ice made that we could skate in 30-35 km/h speed without strain. (Photo: me)
 0 km/h. (Photo: me)

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 We could have skated on the marble-like ice the whole day but to make the tour a little more adventurous we decided to try to reach the island Jungfrun. (Photo: me)
 The way to the island Jungfrun went over both thin ice and ice like this. (Photo: me)
 The ice cake from the south had crashed into the island Jungfrun and built a 3 meter high wall. (Photo: me)
 Lunch on the island Jungfrun. (Photo: me)
 Later that day, heading north. From the left: me, Mårten, Daniel and Andreas. (Photo: me)
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