Best Western Elite Hotel Marina Plaza Helsingborg

... the wood to making the nails it was absolutely amazing. From here I ran to the restaurant (I run gracefully in the rain as Angus can tell you....) and got my Farmor as Farfar grabbed some umbrellas for us. We went back into the car and drove to the Dome Church. It was gorgeous with the tombs of a lot of the royal family. My farmor thinks that it is the best church in Denmark - it is definetly the biggest. They had a crazy little "chime" that rang on the hour which we got ...

... process and made our way back to the hotel shortly after! We ate dinner at this delicious Indian restuarant (no pasta on this trip!) and had a good time. Day number two in Stokholm started off by going to the famous Vasa museum, which is all about the shipwrecked...ship! Apparently this King commissioned the making of this incredible ship to use, and instead of making sure that the ship could sail, the workers spent all their time making it beautiful and appealing to the eye in order ...

... We went to this fancz bar, that was actuallz a cafe, and met an Aussie Teacher there that we had met at the hostel. He had manz stories to tell and interesting enough, said that the more zou travel, the more zou learn to lie about zour occupation. He said he was currentlz a sheep shearer. LOL: We ended up at a small club, but it was fun nonetheless. Me and Aimee ended up walking home, talking about ...

We, the delightful Mrs. Gam and I, were surprised when they drove the train onto the boat. I suppose it made some sense to cut the distance between Germany and Denmark by the use of a ferry, but it was still odd that they could drive a train aboard as it was nuttin'. (I suppose it would have been more impressive if they drove a ship on a train, but that didn't happen on this trip). We were not permitted to remain on ...

... at 7.40 in the morning, and travelling through on four trains to arrive in Bruges sometime in the late evening, assuming that connections were in our favour. Bruges was our only option after not being able to find somewhere in Brussels to stay, which meant another early morning on Saturday to get John into Brussels for his train by about 8.30. Tom rescued us from the seemingly inevitable platform sleep with a burst of ...

... only one AC power plug in the whole train and that was in the dining car. I waited for an hour for it to be available and then I used it to recharge my battery and get a little more work done on my laptop. When I returned to the cabin that Karla was in there were two other dudes in there as well. I tried sleeping a little bit but it was a joke, the chairs are facing each other, but they are about 3 feet apart so you can't spread out between the two without sagging in the middle. It ...

... and I enjoyed the walk. I soon emerged on the bank of Peblinge Sø, one of those previously mentioned four artifical lakes, and went up along the gravelled path to the north. Then I crossed Dronning Louises Bro bridge and entered City again. Botanic garden was now only a few hundred meters away. And then, as if someone had switched the light off, it turned suddenly overcast. Literally the moment when I passed through the Botanic garden gate it ...

... riot ended up in the street I now live in as the police cornered activists. CRAZY!!!! Eventually Jegtvej 69 was demolished in March this year but the protests rage on with the Copenhagen mayor refusing to establish another youth house. Anyway I mention all this because last night there was another riot and when I walked outside this morning and turned the corner there were bonfire remnants in the street, dislodged and scattered cobblestones ...

... which was probably mostly due to our room mates bed tipping and her getting stuck between the wall and the bed at about 6 in the morning! She was not happy but it was a great alarm clock! We used the facilities before heading off. Bed, shower, toilet, roof... I miss you already.

... for clothes... not that I particularly minded. But just as I thought I would never fit in, I heard a familiar sound, well, a somewhat familiar sound. We walked closer to the music and apparently found some of my ancestors in the streets of Sweden. A group of people who seemed to be legitimately Native American, were playing techno tribal music while dancing around in loin cloths and headdresses. Of course. Why wouldn't Native Americans be in Sweden the one day that ...