Gothenburg 30th June 2009

Nav girl got us safely once again to another location without much bother. Today was HOT, although thankful for the sun it was a little too warm to walk around comfortably and get lost. Which is what we did. We discovered that Andy without a map is like Samson without flowing locks, almost useless! So it was down to me, yes that's right me; the woman who with questionable spacial and directional judgement at the best of times (with Sat nav) can still get lost. Well it was very she and her instincts that got us into the town centre. Well that is after I took refuge under shade a couple of times, while Andy played Ian Rankin. But once we reached town, hunger hit and despite seeing lots of restaurants, none were hitting the spot. Finally we found a suitable 'Ashleigh' type place, that says from the exterior, "Our clientel are classy and we reward people like you who pay a little bit more for your drinks with excellent service". Lies, lies, lies; the management was hanging around doing nothing, there were no menus outside to read, they had a one way in and around-the-houses entrance to the bar that did NO table service and frankly a bar tender whose skills left a snails-pace looking like a better alternative!

Now I am not normally one to complain but I felt cheated, like false advertising that building had promised me the experience I wanted, and here I was now forced to have a drink because I was too weak and hungry to move on, and still - lunchless!! Fortunately for the management the outside entertainment was good enough to curb the inner Gordan Ramsey dying to tell them about their establishment. Above us was a hotel swimming pool with a rather impressive design. A jutted out edge to the pool gave ever so slightly a display of the swimmers floating around in it. After noticing the crowd gathering, cameras in hand, trying to resist the temptation to follow their gaze, Andy and I had to look up. It turned out a rather large lady had taken spot just where everyone might be able to see her. I was more worried she may have sunk but most people just took photos and didn't spare her a thought, water magnifies you know!

Alas we left our expensive bar but didn't have to go far before finding a fab and cheap satisfying lunch. I let Andy face the window as he was enjoying a bit of window shopping as beautiful blonde Sweds walked by. I had secretly also been enjoying checking out the gorgeous Sweds but I gave up the seat nonetheless.

We had managed to get a map and we were now armed with the intel to finding the Viking ship that the little boy inside Andy so desperately wanted to see. Sadly we didn't make it to see the ship, we arrived to the museum as it was closing, having underestimated the time of day given the endless hours of sun!

We made it to the car and onto find our campsite for the night. We were spoilt for choice in Townsland. The first campsite we came to had the most amazing mini golf you have ever seen. It was awesome, but the persistent researcher in Andy meant we had to weigh up our decisions and drive to the next site to check it out. It turned out we weren't missing much and that was even despite the receptionist's rude nature. So we visited option 3. This sites mini golf paled in comparison to site 1 so our minds were made up, well actually the first site had me at mini golf fake mountains, but Andy's curiosity was now satisfied. We were almost turned away at our choice camp when the young girl said "I'll have to check if we have space". Surely looking out the window to an empty field, they had space.

After we set up camp I embarked on my first Tranja cooked dinner - Irish stew. Admittedly this dinner is normally quite fatty and is always a hearty feed however the addition of Swedish meat, took it to a whole new level. Bearing in mind I couldn't tell you what meat we were cooking as I'd not a clue what the Swedish label said, the formidable fat content sure made for tasty stew and although it remained on the pots and dishes for the rest of our meals my first Tranja cuisine was a great success.

We rested inside our tent hidden from the mosquitoes and planned our next big leg - North Germany.

Skagen 29th June 2009

Last night we found a camping spot at Lake Skagen, half way to Gothenburg. The chap who let us in was really very friendly and it was only going to cost us 10E for the night! We were all for a midnight dip in the lake as the man informed us the water was a warm 21 degrees! Friendly he was but he did tell some porkie pies because that lake was just a little bit nippier than 21 degrees!

We setup camp and once again using ourselves as human spirit levels decided which end of the tent to put our heads, a little ritual we had become accustomed to! It really is amazing that we are yet to stay in a camping ground with flat ground!

In the morning we decided to go for a run, well Andy decided the night before, I confirmed my attendance at the last minute! I was pretty impressed with myself and Kate Perry (I have to give her credit as she got me through the last 2 km) we managed a 3 km run. It's funny how the sound of music in your ears can drown out the little voice inside you crying out in pain! Considering I was totally up for the 1km run, but knew that Andy would give me that look, and I would know he was thinking that 1km run is literally like pivoting on the spot, (hey who's complaining?) I was proud of my achievement! Anyhow I made it back to camp albeit a sweaty red faced mess . As soon as I got back, I had my tweezers in hand and was scanning for ticks. Karin had told us about Sweden's infestation of ticks that can do all manner of nasty things to you and give you some 3 word acronym disease I can't remember but Andy probably will! So I set about like inspector Morse, and after hurting myself trying to pull off a few freckles, I did indeed found 3 little buggers on me. One of which was just about clamping in. So let it be known I cheated death by tick in Skagen. I had to keep them to show Andy as I knew he would never have believed me. It is lucky that Andy is such a sweaty guy, because it must have been like a wet and wild park for the ticks, as after a 12km run he'd not one on him!

Skagen was also our laundromat stop. We washed almost everything we'd brought that was bundled into our laundry bag. Thank God the sun was ridiculously hot as it didn't take long for everything to dry and for us to be on our way once again. To Gothenburg.

Uppsala 28th June 2009

Well we decided to stay in Uppsala for the day with the new married couple and it turned out to be a great idea. Tour guide Karin showed us the sites and gave detailed history about the place, of which Andy was taking equally detailed mental notes, I'm sure. We went out onto the lake, the name of which I can't remember (you'll have to ask Andy!). We spent the day paddling by the water and taking the boat out with a questionable amount of fuel and no ores, but that just added to the thrill!

Sadly we were late for the lunch our hosts had kindly cooked for us because someone (you've probably worked out how it will be) threw me into the water with my sunnies on! My 200 for 100 pound Versace glasses and the most obvious visual representation of my newly acquired italian status, yeah those glasses! And while I was super impressed with my calm reaction, reasoning with myself that "He didn't meant to do it", I was deeply disturbed by the thought of loosing my fav Italian specks. They were the only ones that had ever fit my dam pea-sized head! Just as I was about to waver Andy's set obligatory 1 hour search, he pops up wearing the things on his head, blummin' legend!

So the only thing spoilt was our omelet for lunch. I felt pretty bad as everyone had had to wait for us but more pleased to once again be seeing the world from behind my Versace lenses. After lunch it came time to be moving on again, from what had hands down been the highlight of the trip, as well as the most relaxing part so far. Onto Gothenburg.

Wedding day! 27th June 2009

The wedding was gorgeous. Karin's family home was on an idylic spot and everything was organised to a 'T'. I was in tears before the ceremony even started and so was the bride! Karin looked beautiful and Ori scrubbed up good too. To our amazement everyone spoke English with us with such ease. I realised this was probably less to do with our presence and more likely a consequence of the language the bride and groom speak with one another. I have to admit that it took a shameful amount of time to work out! It was right after I realised that the world doesn't revolve around me, I think!! I honestly don't know if I could have a relationship in a second language? Andy can hardly understand me as it is and we share the same syntax, imagine if I was trying to communicate in a foreign language. Game over!

We met many a character and camping connoisseurs once our looming Swedish travels were uncovered. We went home with so many recommendations, that we'd never have time to visit them all. We met champagne Richard, sommelier to the Swedish royalty and his lovely wife, who makes Champagne Jam (My mum would have loved her!), Karin's closest girlfriends who are all as delightful as her and so many other wonderful people it made the day!

The night never seemed to end as the light remained well into the wee hours and we danced our feet off until it was time to get some sleep.

Waxholm & Uppsala 26th June 2009

We woke up early, the sun beaming into our tent. Andy went for his morning run and I did some Yoga and strength exercises. It was a gentle awakening to the day and after we had packed up camp, we headed to the beach! It was cute, small and public. Although it was busy we managed to score two great seats on the rocks looking over the water. After a bit of a sun bathe and a swim, that ended up really pissing off a seagull, it was time for us to pay up and head to Uppsala for Karin and Ori's wedding. Just as we did pay up we read the front page of a Swedish newspaper " Michael Jackson död". Now not to say I have any particular flare for languages but I was pretty sure that meant dead! Sadly I was right. We asked the helpful and ever so annoyingly perfectly fluent in English Sweeds, if in fact MJ had passed away and they confirmed our suspicions. It was a sad realisation and made me realise quite how unreal our lives had been the past weeks flitting from one place to the next!

It wasn't far to Uppsala. I slept most of the way, naturally, my trusty taxi driver was wide awake and on the ball. When we arrived at the hotel it couldn't have been more perfect, in the centre of town, nice space, and beds, soft beds! We bumped into Karin's family and got to say a hello to them all and we received such a great welcome, especially from Karin's mum.

Afterwards we took a look round Karin's childhood home. It was lovely and we stopped for a drink and a 'perve' (Andy that is, I found out later!), and dinner (and more perving supposedly!). That evening Andy met up with Ori and went for a drink and I stayed in the hotel and watched 'Almost famous', which is a great film. On my first viewing I wasn't so keen but it was definitely worth a second watch. When Andy came in we pretty much fell asleep immediately!

Stockholm 25th June 2009

Well our journey was taking us through Southern Sweeden to Stockholm. The views were spectacular and the country is frankly an outdoor adventure playground. Andy was in his element cooing about mountains and lakes and dappled light, as he loves to do. I slept quite a bit, it's funny how not driving can take it out of you! Although, I did drive the last couple of hours until we reached Stockholm. On the outskirts of the city and tantalisingly close to being able to park up and get out and stretch our legs after several hours cooped up, we discovered Nav girl's Achilles heel - tunnels.

Strangely enough in Sweeden you can change lanes, merge, bare left or right for all kinds of destinations inside a tunnel. Now I thought overtaking in tunnels was illegal in most countries, apparently not here! So we found ourselves sea-sawing in and out of tunnels until eventually, a little hot headed, we finally found our bearings and a parking lot.

So liberated from the car we strolled in the direction that seemed right (so wherever Andy started wondering off to). Of course we had to get a map, Andy likes to fell safe with a map in his hand, so to assess his surroundings and never be caught unaware. So we wondered round the old town which was quaint but sadly rather 'touristy'. We took a look at the parliament and walked along the river after having seen the nobel prize winner steps. I figured I'll be returning one day to collect my own prize so we didn't spend long there!! We then walked round the Dujgarden (It's phonetical spelling) and hired some bikes to cycle round the park. However I was a little bit disappointed with my bike. It was terribly difficult to get going. It was a back-pedaling-brake bike, so that means you can't swing your pedal round in order to push off. Have you tried pushing off without swinging your pedal round? Needless to say I had a shaky start, that never finished really! However, Djurgarden is irrefutably pretty.

Having just cheated death on two wheels, I felt like sitting on the water front in one of the numerous bars along the bank, as well as needing a wee! But would you believe it? Not one bar had space for us to sit and enjoy Stockholm. It was so depressing. I mean how dare the Sweeds come out and enjoy their own city on such a glorious day, so that us tourists, only here for one day, couldn't! If we put this into perspective: Paris and Geneva held music festivals for our coming, while Stockholm couldn't even sport us a seat outside! Poor show Stockholm, poor show!

And as you can imagine after traipsing up and down the river searching for a place to have a drink, my need for the toilet hadn't lessened. I have to say after my experience I would not recommend Stockholm to Pregnant women or anyone with a weak bladder as it was blumming near impossible to find a bog! We did finally succeed in a supermarket, only to be charged. I couldn't believe it, they had actual denied me of my God given rite to pee for the last hour and now they wanted my money for the privilege. Unbelievable, but when principles and a call of nature collide, obviously we used the toilets!

Despite this however we were very impressed with Stockholm and were left wanting more. So we hope we can visit again and this time drink less water before we arrive!


That evening we left for Waxholm camping ground. It was stunning. Although we arrived at nearly 9pm the light was as bright as in mid afternoon. Sweden's north has the lowest light hours after summer solstice and the sun rises at 2am! So we pitched up tent, met our neighbours (some big ass mosquitoes!), sprayed ourselves incessantly with Deet and settled in for a good nights sleep.