Copenhagen to Gothenburg - Day 6

Once again TomTom was on the receiving end of some odd stares and even a few choice words, after it decided to point us towards the Ferry to Sweden instead of the more beaten path of the Giant Bridge. Never mind, we are becoming the regular sea rats. So it was up the picturesque Swedish coast. Now, Sweden has always been a curious little country in our minds, and its hard not to hum the odd ABBA song and think blond! I can’t speak for the whole team here, but I can’t help hoping to run into a Swedish Volleyballer, with low self esteem, nymphomania and a petulance for Southern hemisphere accents! Maybe its just me?

So Gothenburg is a city that has nothing to do with Batman, a mild letdown to be sure, but we pushed on and found our little camp ground out of town. And once again the place was top draw, never before have I seen such an eye for detail in the cleaning stakes. Europeans love a sparkling toilet. Gas stations, road stops, Burger King….you name it…. Immaculate. Sorry I digress, but you can just about walk into a toilet and wipe, flush and wash with out touching any surface but yours! We popped into town and being a Tuesday it was quieter than my stand up career! Nice place though.