It’s sucks balls when you get to the last day of your holiday. But here we are, the last diary-esque instalment of the Stockholm Chronicles. Then I shall go ahead with my many upon many post ideas showing all the great things we saw and I promise to talk far less. Maybe not, I do like talking. Lots.
We originally had completely different plans for this day but changed them all the night before. We had planned to go back and explore more of Djurgården from the day before, but after walking past the Biological Museum, we remember that there was natural history museum somewhere in the area. I guess, I already mentioned my love of dinosaurs and all things natural history like on here, so we decided the hours travel to get there would be worth it. It was and I have the photos to prove it! We arrived just before opening and pretty much had the place to ourselves, then the children arrived a few hours later. Sigh.
We were on a tight schedule as we had to be back at the central station to catch the shuttle back to the airport. As the ticket is open-ended, you just get to pick the bus you want and get on. We arrived about 30mins before the bus we wanted to get and good thing we did as the line was only 100+ people long. We were easily not going to fit on the coach and not arrive at the airport when we wanted to. No fear, an extra bus arrived and we were off.
Brb. My takeaway just arrived.
Back. After another scenic ride we were back at the airport and apparently the flight to Gdansk was seriously delayed. That’s the best I’ve got to report. Other than that, we ate sarnies and sat on the floor. The flight was pleasant, the shuttle from the airport to Brussels was reasonable and the train back to home was complete shit. Already delayed by 10mins, it then crawled through the various stations in Brussels and in the end we were over taken by the slow train, which even waits at the airport for 10 minutes! The other airport, just so you know. We didn’t faff about on the shuttle when we could have taken a direct train. We’re not that bad.
After walking home at 10pm, I whipped off my bra and went to sleep.
So, was this too much holiday talk in one week? Be honest! If you’re honest with me, I’ll be honest with you. I’ll tell you how I’ve got the post holiday blues and I’m going to bang on about my holiday because my job sucks more than sweaty balls. Brb. Forgot about the washing in the washing machine.