2013-06-25: Day 1
Awoke horrifically early (04:15) and hit the airport. I'd checked in online so got through reasonably and suckled from the great giver of life that is Starbucks. Chris had, in his own words, a far more quintessentially British experience and spent so long in the queues he had time for nothing else.
On the flight there was the delightful moment when an announcement came over asking if there was a doctor on the flight. I shiteth ye not. Mercifully it wasn't too severe and there were no emergency landings or u-turns.
After the mental anguish of baggage collection (which way would the carousel go? I won) and whether it was worth the torture of being surrounded by the occupants of flights from Manchester and Glasgow with Leeds and Newcastle soon to join to wait a few mins for the flight from Stockholm to arrive) we met Darren (easily recognisable by the sign he was holding with our names on it) and journeyed onwards.
Made it to the apartment with very few traumas, mainly as we were picked up from the train station, and in the finest traditions of tourism hit the swimming pool then sat inside doing a crossword.
For the evening we investigated the marina. Energy levels were not tip top but we sucked out all the 0.13oz's of life that it had to offer. Probably for the best rather than waste a better night there. The boys turned in and I went for a stroll before doing the same.
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