The Archipelago

One over night bus trip featuring a pickled Dane singing Christmas carols, Wham! blaring on the radio and not nearly enough sleep saw us arrive in Stockholm at a perky 6:30am.

What a sight for sore eyes we must have been to Blount after not seeing each other for a year!

Having had Stockholm as his stomping ground for the past 5 months meant that Blount was our very own efficient tour guide. We breezed through formalities – transport, where the old town was, etc – and got straight to the important stuff, like where we could find a proper breakfast. Kura Café knows their brunch.

Proper brunch.

Proper brunch.

We probably could have planned our arrival at a much more convenient time for Blount, seeing as though it was smack bang in the middle of his exam period. So we tried to make ourselves scarce for the first few days while he was trapped in his study den. We mostly lazed about in the sun reading our books in between wandering around the city. But as far as he’s concerned, we had no fun at all and studying was a much better alternative.

Balloons over Gamla Stan.

Balloons over Gamla Stan.

Joe also shaved his beard. What a momentous occasion that was!

Lone Mo V. Beard.

Lone Mo V. Beard.

Come the day the study ceased, we celebrated by visiting the legendary bears of Skansen and the Vasa museum. The Vasa museum contains an almost fully preserved, 17th century warship. Pretty amazing stuff, but I maintain the bears were just as cool in their own right.

The Vasa.

The Vasa.

Heya.

Heya.

Buddies.

Buddies.

It wasn’t all about the bears in Skansken though.

Give me attention.

Give me attention.

Cute creep.

Cute creep.

Byse. Byson Love.

Byse. Byson Love.

Critters.

Critters.

We also did a small excursion to Vaxholm, one of the many islands in the archipelago surrounding Stockholm. It was here we did a spot of accidental bird watching and found a woodpecker in its nest. We were ecstatic! Even saw the little fellow chopping away.

Woods.

Woods.

Lads.

Lads.

Pup post.

Pup post.

Woodpecker.

Woodpecker.

Caught out.

Caught out.

Squizzle.

Squizzle.

Vaxholm real estate.

Vaxholm real estate.

The coolest sea dog known to man also came to port in Vaxholm.

Captain.

Captain.

Grown weary.

Grown weary.

Due to that nasty little budget we weren’t able to enjoy many culinary delights. But we did insist on trying the following: Swedish strawberries and meatballs.

Jordgubbe.

Jordgubbe – which Blount informed me literally means “earth fellow” or something to that effect.

Swedish meatballs.

Swedish meatballs (minus the Muppet Chef)

Some not so traditional eats.

Most expensive burger I have eaten.

Most expensive burger I have eaten. Worth it.

Pick'n'mix.

Pick’n’mix. The yoghurt coated honeycomb were the best.

Our week went a little too quickly for our liking. But we were Greece bound and began a race through Eastern Europe to get there.