cindy as eskimo, stockholm
another shot from the icebar, this time from stockholm.
a couple lessons learned from our stockholm sojourn:
_ give yourself enough time for the stansted express. some poor soul committed suicide on the tracks, delaying the trains by an hour. when one finally pulled into liverpool street station, hundreds of us packed in like sardines. as we neared stansted airport, the guy pressed up against me warned: "when the doors open, you might want to get out of the way because i'm going to leg it to departures." we all missed our flights anyway.
_ bring your own liquor to sweden, or make sure to buy it before 2 p.m. saturday. the state has a monopoly on liquor sales; we couldn't even locate any black market booze for cindy's hen night celebration.
_ max has better burgers - and decor - than mcdonald's. a good thing to know when you're starving in stureplan at 2 a.m.
_ the man at spybar who claims he is a prince from dubai probably is not a prince from dubai.
_ don't order the lobster soup at sturehof. it made cindy & fiza ill. but the seafood platter was delicious.
that said, i loved stockholm - what little i saw of it in 30 hours - and plan to go back soon.
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