Forewarning - the german keyboard swaps y and z (for which I fully
intend to kill someone - idiot designers) - probably because Germans use
z a lot more than y. Anyway, if I get them back to front, you know why.
After I finished writing the last entry, and the dishes (somehow they
got voted as mine) I joined a very strange card game (Fluxx) that
Christer and Kate were playing. We then taught Christer 'bartok', to the
amusement of our captive audience (Tiff).
Thursday morning (5th) was washing day - we had booked 7am to 10am, so
we were up at 7 to put the first load on! We set an alarm and then slept
between each load - sort of worked.
Caught a tram to the ferry to the archapelago (supposed to be very nice,
and included in the standard cost of 11skr for a 2 hour transport
ticket). Unfortunately, the girls decided we needed to buy strawberries
(nothing wrong with that) and we missed a boat by about 2 minutes (the
next one was in half an hour, which we couldn't afford to still be back
in time) - so we had another 1/2 hour tram ride back into the city.
Walked through the older parts of town, and climbed to the crowned tower
(now a museum like every other old building in Europe! - ok, maybe not
quite all), then caught the train to Malmö.
The train kept stopping, travelling slowly, and strange announcements
came through the PA. A girl called Louisa was sitting next to us (she
travels on the train every day, 3 hours, to get to Uni - crazy) and she
translated for us - seems that the rain had taken out some signals. Our
1 hour transfer time at Malmö was being eaten up. We got going finally,
but only slowly.
Eventually they stopped at Lund and got us Berlin overnight train people
out of the train and into taxis. There were 7 trains ahead of us in the
queue - must have been a bad day for them!
Overnight train was hot, and rolled into the bottom of a boat where
there was no ventilation, and no trace of an escape option if the boat
started sinking. Guess you just have to hope it doesn't sink! Shared a
couchette with some loud ocker Aussie blokes who went off to get pissed,
letting us sleep :)
Going to write about Berlin later, since I'm nearly out of time. We're
off to Dresden now.
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