JUST SNAPPED @littleswallowchinadoll

Saturday in Stockholm

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say:
"But what happened to Koh Samui? You can't just jump to another country. What happened?!"

LIFE my friends. That's what happened. Plus this week goes like this: 6am, 7am, 5:30am, 5:30am, 3:30am. PITY ME.

I'll get back to Thailand eventually.

The CG, Miss B and I headed to Stockholm for the weekend, while Miss O went to Lisbon on a flight with an empty seat beside her where I should have been because I made the whopping mistake of booking two trips on top of each other. Literally. That's £150 I'll never get back, not to mention the missed experience of tasting portguese tarts from their birthplace. Fail.

We hit up Urban Deli for a Swedish style breakfast. If we'd been 5 minutes later, we would have been at the end of the rush and seen how high the locals managed to stack their sandwiches. Instead we got prime seating and no wait. 

It was a good start to the day. (Side note: sandwiches, especially open sandwiches, are big in Stockholm. Not size wise, just presence wise.)

Then we did a spot of shopping, stopping in at Parlans for caramels in every flavour you could hope for (vanilla-salt was my fave).

And a cheese shop of course.

Then we soaked up the city some more (read: shopped) before stopping for lunch at Bla Dorren (are you sensing a theme here?) for our first of three Herring featured meals, and a whole lot of roe on toast. Deep fried herring is actually pretty damn tasty. The CG stuck to a meat hash fry up, without any regard for local delicacies.

In our fat bellied defence, it was really wet outside. It rained ALL day.

That's supposed to be Stockholm's narrowest passage we're standing in up the top there. I know, doesn't look that narrow, right? It's because we're so thin, obviously.

After a quick dry off, we headed out for a drink and dinner around Ostermalm. Now if you're ever looking for the perfect travel companion - shares all her food with you, remembers to bring the toiletries you've forgotten, books your accommodation, prints off travel guides, actually guides you around the city and even makes a dinner reservation for you knowing full well what Saturday nights are like in busy places - Miss B is your ticket. 

We had dinner at Prinsens, which was bustling and full of posh old world charm.

This time is was herring pickled 5 ways, smørrebrød 3 ways, meatballs and prawn salad. The CG had shrimp and steak. I actually don't know why I take him anywhere.

We rolled out of there, having trouble doing up our coats. Although that didn't stop the CG devouring an entire bag of salted licorice (ok, so he does like to try the local lollies) while we decided we were too old to go clubbing...or at least too old after 16 hours of walking and eating. Maybe next time, hey?