Tattered Banners And Bloody Flags

So I’m quite recognisable, who would’ve guessed?

Well either that, or I’m being followed; not sure if this is a good or bad thing. As it goes, I met a guy when I was in Bergen, who recognised me from the hostel in Oslo, and now I’ve just bumped into a girl in Stockholm, who remembers me from the Bergen Hostel. I guess that as they’ve seen me in only Scandanavian cities, it’s more just a travelling route.

After the bike tour yesterday, I thought I’d take a long walk around the town and see some things we didn’t cover on the tour, or delve deeper into places we skimmed over; my first stop was the Old Town of Stockholm. These streets were rather thin, and most of the shops were clearly taking advantage of their cities roots by including the word Viking in their name, sometimes completely unnecessary. Continuing around, I came across a small parade of guards. I watched them for a bit and followed them round the back of the palace for a ceremonial greeting with what I can only guess were initiation troops, as they seemed to be on training. There seemed to be a lot of guards milling about too and this one poor guy who’s sole job was to hold the flag at 45 degree angle. This was actually where I bumped into the girl from Bergen, and then I left to discover the next islands; Skeppsholmen and Skansen.

Skeppsholmen was quite nice, although it took me a while to realise I was actually in this island. There was a modern art museum here but after the last impression I got from modern art I passed on this one.

Skansen was actually a bit of a disappointment to be brutally honest. This island holds what I can only describe as the strangest collection of museums I have ever seen; the Vasa Museum, the ABBA Museum, and the Biological Museum. But the reason I went there was for the Skansen museum that was closing for the evening, at 4 pm!

Disappointed, I just took a walk back to the hostel while trying to remember my route so I can do it tomorrow. The funny thing is, when I got back to the hostel there was one of the guys I met in Bergen, who I knew was coming over, as we’d already arranged to meet here. But what I didn’t know was that one of the guys I was in Oslo with, was also there!

I’m starting to think there’s some conspiracy going on in these countries.

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One thought on “Tattered Banners And Bloody Flags

  1. Sarah

    Really enjoying your blog Nick, sounds like you are having an amazing adventure (there’s a fair amount of envy going on at this end ..) 🙂 xx

    Like

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