After-
48 hours of travelling.
One word- Pain!
I don't think I've ever been so mentally and physically tired as when we finally arrived in Stockholm. Time didn't mean anything any more and my legs were so stiff I was struggling to walk. So I guess it should be said that people did warn me that playing a new sport for an afternoon before setting off on a long plane flight was a bad idea, but I did it anyway it was totally worth it.
The trip itself was a lot of fun. I had the best brainage score (Age 48; how sad) so I feel I was the winner. Peter and I also decided that being a plane, normal social norms no longer mattered so we wore pyjamas for most of the trip and Peter sported a customised sleeping mask. Regardless of fashion, we made it to Stockholm.
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