We decided to take a mini break from our
big break. This was prompted by British Airways writing to us informing us that
we’d lose our air miles if we didn’t use them soon. We checked out destinations
from City Airport and chose Stockholm. I hadn’t been this far north before and
I could feel my hair becoming blonder as we neared our destination.
Sweden has a lot of trees - and water. As
we descended towards the capital, I was expecting to see a few buildings and
some urbanization but no, pine trees everywhere; we flew into a pine forest.
This year the weather has been following
us, so of course we disembarked into bright, warm sunshine. I’m thinking of
asking tourist boards around the world to pay us to visit them. We were soon
ascending a bright functional staircase where Mags observed, “I feel like I’ve
walked into a giant Ikea”
We whizzed into the city on an efficient
express train and arrived at our Hotel just south of Gamla Stan at Slussen. We
paid a little extra at check in to be upgraded to the executive floor where
there’s a free bar from 6 to 8:30 every evening. The Swedes have taxed the
pants off alcohol so this was definitely a good deal. After a few sherbets we
headed into the historic old town for dinner. We’d uncovered a Swedish
restaurant in the guide books that looked OK and we had a fine meal. Mags went
for the reindeer so Santa may have a slightly harder job this year to deliver
the presents. I had fish stew that was delicious.
We spent most of our remaining time wandering the
cobbled streets of the old town admiring the beautiful buildings unmolested by
modern development. Stockholm is often referred to as the Venice of the North,
and I can’t help thinking that the comparison refers to the prices as well as
the abundance of water. We couldn’t help taking to the sea so we jumped aboard
the imaginatively named “Under the Bridges Tour” and spent a relaxing couple of
hours cruising around some of the city’s fourteen islands. We strolled around
Djurgarden for a while soaking up the Sunday sun and then kicked back in
the late afternoon at “Mister French”, a chilled out restaurant / bar on the
eastern shore of Gamla Stan, sipping wine while people and boat watching. Here we
saw this lot taking a group selfie.
You may be wondering how we managed with
the language but of course everyone speaks English. Stockholm’s a great little
city for a weekend break and only two hours from City Airport. I think we’ll
have to come back when we’ve saved up.