Where is the mistake?
Correct, it’s the wrong sea. It looks a bit like North Sea, but it is the Baltic one.
So I was tricked! If someone told me before Sweden lays beside the ugly brother of the North Sea, I would have brought my Wadden Sea emergency bag to show those savages a bit of our beauty of nature.
But as an old salt I made the best of the situation and entertained the disappointed group with some nautical yarn.
The effect was incredible – the lazy bunch had a hard time keeping their temper.
But it wasn’t beyond hope – during our travels through Sweden, we occasionally found signs of “culture”. Greasy, American culture.
We tried as hard as we could to keep up our balanced nutrition, but it was virtually impossible. Too many fast-food branches, everywhere. Our eating habits would have killed us within weeks, and after only five days our cholesterol level was (self-perceived) four-digit. After an acute fat-shock, an aborigine is trying to force-feed Benjamin vegetables to reanimate him.
After 4 days we thought a little workout might be the best thing for us to do to stay in shape, so we challenged our hosts in a sport that was obviously invented by bored lumberjacks. Kubb.
Needless to say, that as in every sport known to mankind, the team with the most Germans in it won. Even if it doesn’t look like it, kubb is nearly as exhausting as chess.
But it wasn’t enough workout. Later on that day we fell victim of a fat-delusion. It is conspicuous that this Swedish horse is not the blue dragon we thought it would be. Tricky hallucination.
Back home, my two chubby fellow travellers where administer a strict diet by their partners, when they first saw those butterballs again.
Tags: blue dragon, fast food, sweden
