Stockholm was a disaster, starting with a "city center" B&B which was not only 10km outside the fucking city in Bromma, but also more than 1km from the nearest bus/train. This same place not only offered no breakfast, the other "B" in the name failed miserably, being a fucking IKEA futon sofa which can be pulled out as a bed. The "pillows" were 6" square deco crap. We ached in the morning, a morning resplendent with snow and fog. I drove all the way back to Copenhagen where it was also cold. Yesterday I then drove us to the Germany border where Blondie took over and finished the drive to Rostock.

FYI: The toll across the bridge between Denmark and Sweden is €34 (also payable in Danish or Swedish Kroner, change returned only in one of the the latter two). The toll across the bridge around Odensee (Denmark) is about the same, payable in Danish Kroner or Danish Kroner. Change given in Danish Kroner (not that you're likely to actually get any back).

We're home now. I have tomorrow to get some personal crap done and relax. And finish photos. I have about 1/100 the number I'd expected. We've both always had excellent luck with weather. Not this time.

The upshot is that, having experienced this (very expensive) trip to Scandinavia, BG has no desire or intention to accompany me to Iceland in February. She'll wait for July, when I'm expected to show her both that country as well as the beauty of our Nordic neighbours during more mild weather conditions.

I don't want to even start thinking how much I shelled out on this trip. Suffice to say that had I just taken her to Iceland for a couple weeks, it would've been a lot cheaper. This summation doesn't include BG's discovery of the game of blackjack, played by shit Swedish rules which give the house more than a 10% lead over the player.

Ah need a vacashun fum mah vacashun. I gots only three days. I can has R&R?