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Travel Blogs from Stockholm
... voyage out of Stockholm.
The museum is on several levels with the ship taking pride of place in the center, so you can climb up and gaze down at the magnificence of Swedish ship-making from that era. The information provided piques the interest nicely, without rambling off into boring directions. I'd give it an 8/10.
If there is one other museum not to be missed it is Skansen, the open-air museum. When we went they were holding a 'Drop-In' wedding service so I ...
... structures are so preserved - apparently, because the harbour had been so heavily polluted for many of the 300 years post-sinking, most of the microbes that normally devour wood etc under the sea, were absent.
I visited the National Museum and saw fantastic paintings by many European masters. Highlights included "Northern Lights" by Anna Boberg, and "In the Bois du Bologne" by Morisot (which I had always thought was a Monet). I also visited ...
I slept like the dead on that boat, beneath my round cabin window which I had opened, knowing the giant dragon was descending right outside beneath the stars.
Halong Bay was magical.
My last day in Hanoi I was all by myself. Yet another crazy dream-infested night and the bags under my eyes were so puffed up I was nervous they would make me check them in and charge me extra on my flight home!
... 30 minutes) until finally, exhausted we reached the very aptly named “Victory Hotel”.
Having attempted this feat for a second time and almost killing ourselves in the process we were not surprised when Trevor announced “I’m never doing that again” - so Trevor’s decision has been made, it is going to be Taxis for him from now on and Sally and I can please ourselves if we choose to join him or not ...
... 8217;t be able
to wait with me until 1pm when I was to meet Stefan, so he gave me directions on
how to get home and we started walking in the direction of the Gamla Stan metro
station. Actually ran into Stefan on the way there, so I was handed over from
one host to another… and it started raining.
Stefan, for those who don’t know, was a Swedish guy who used to work for me
in one of my previous positions. His wife had twins, ...