My excitement was soon tempered by the icy reality that there were, in fact, no dragons at Birka. There were several Vikings on the island--making bread, spinning wool, chopping wood, roasting boar, selling prepacked ice cream--but none training the flying beasts that I expected to see. The degree of my disappointment was only dwarfed by the amount of sheep caca that littered the path leading through the archaeological site.
Here’s a couple of the stories about the giants that I found particularly interesting:
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