"Oh that's a nice-looking shop", I thought to myself as I walked along Kungsgatan. After a second or two, I quickly realised it was not some lovely boutique selling Swedish-designed furniture or clothing. It was in fact, a shop selling Snus. "Oh gross", I thought to myself, as I peered through the window at the … Continue reading Snus
"I always smile when I hear an ABBA song played at a bar in Sweden. There's absolutely no sense of hipster irony in playing ABBA in Sweden. Just pure affection..." I thought to myself. I was sitting at a bar in Gamla Stan and "One Of Us" came over the speakers. It was the third … Continue reading Life Is Good As An ABBA Song
After a late morning breakfast, and an afternoon train trip from Copenhagen, I'm back in Stockholm again, and this time I'm staying on the southside, directly opposite Globen. As I didn't have access to a washing machine in either Reykjavik or Copenhagen, the first thing I did when I arrived was go straight to the … Continue reading Back in Stockholm
"The people of Stockholm are happy again", I said to Sandra over a glass of wine at Linje 10, a rather groovy bar at Hornstull. It was actually the second time I'd been in the area, as I'd also been there around lunchtime for a bit of a wander and a spontaneous haircut and beard-trim. … Continue reading Happy Days Are Here Again
When we saw a nearby woman on the bus with a "crew" sticker on her luggage, we knew we had made the right choice about getting to Stockholm's Arlanda Airport. It was Sue's last day in Stockholm, and we were considering the best way for us to get to the airport, and for me to … Continue reading Hej då!