We were obssessed with this chain of fast food kiosks .... until our very last day when we got food from one:
Steph's love of Swedish cider knows no bounds (especially not the bounds of dignity in the fact of giant advertisements in the shape of cans on the side of the road):
All the weather forecasts said it wouldn't snow. However, the Swedish barman in the most hilariously inaccurate "English Pub" ever (the barman was wearing a kilt, and there were american car number plates hanging from the ceiling) told us that it would snow, heavily, and create chaos.
Guess who was right.....
(That's the first snow I ever saw. Steph and I were so excited that we ran out into the street in our pyjamas to check it out)
My first ever snowball:
The giant can of cider strikes again:
We got on the train that was supposed to take us to Stockholm and it moved about 200m out of the station then sat still. There was a very long announcement in Swedish, the only word of which we understood was "problem". We did finally get on our way soon, and the scenery on that trip was absolutely stunning. Forests and lakes and cute little villages ... but these things don't photograph well from a speeding train.
