Land of the Swede

I am now in Stockholm. Huzzah. Awaiting Tingo who should be here shortly. It is not awash with Anita Ekbergs however. No sirree bob. Nonetheless, a drunken haze may improve the general appearance of the town. What's that? I'm a bad person you say? And it's taken you this long to realise?

Shame on you.

I brought some Koskenkorva Salmiakki and some fermented lingonberries from Finland with me. Let me assure you that if it wasn't already too late for either, I could die young and pretty on the lingonberries. The Koskenkorva is there to scare Tingo. No doubt MKB will be looking forward to making her own at some point in the future.

What else? Leaving Helsinki was smooth but a little sad - I had a great time there again and met some interesting and charming people that I'd love to see again if the world works that way. I have also laid down a challenge to the Finnish postal service to which I am sure they will rise (before NZ Post butchers the chance in a so-typical manner).

I haven't mentioned the All Blacks. If I just say that Leon McDonald is my bete noir (second only to Reuben Thorne) and Conrad Smith is my hero (with Jerry and Rodders), then I may have said all I feel necessary. I feel genuinely sad especially for one particular fan whose holiday was already under stress and then this.

No photos. I'll try for that tomorrow!

Mmmm... lingonberries.