Sweden
Simon and I went to Malmo, Sweden in August 1999 to attend a wedding. Simon had been there (to Sweden) before, but it was my first time. Dad always raves about Sweden, so I was interested to see what it was really like.
The way to Sweden...
We got up at about a quarter to four in the morning, so that we could catch a 5:09am train to Hamburg. We then got on a Danish train and kept on heading north.
When we got as far as land would take us, the whole train (with us still onboard) boarded a huge ship. We then went up to the observation deck and had lunch.
Here's a photo of Denmark (from German waters).
After we arrived in Denmark, the train simply rolled off the ship and continued along its way.
A few hours later, we arrived in Copenhagen.
We had to catch a ferry to Malmo because there is no train service there. On the way to the ferry terminal, we took these pictures of the city.
We arrived in Malmo about 5pm. The whole journey took about twelve hours! We met with the bride-to-be and she took us for a quick tour. Very nice of her considering she was getting married the next day and was organizing the wedding herself.
This is the bridge that links Malmo and Copenhagen (and therefore, Sweden with Denmark). The small gap that you can see in the bridge is no longer there. The next day, it was ceremoniously "finished" by both royal families. EVERYONE was talking about the bridge. The bridge actually opens next year. When it does, sit back and watch Malmo grow.
Apart from having a bridge, Malmo also has a really neat water tower.
This is where we stayed on our first night in Malmo.
The next morning, we went and saw the beach. Lovely white sand (rivaling even the sand at Omaha Beach, New Zealand). I like this shot because of the way the clouds came out.
After the wedding, we had a couple of days to kill in Malmo. The time went quickly, because their "water festival" was taking place. There were hundreds of food stalls of all different kinds. I had kangaroo for lunch one day.
On the last day, on the way back to the ferry terminal, I realised I hadn't taken any photos of the city. I quickly took some...
We went back through Copenhagen and had a little look around. Their language is different from ours. It has to be - you couldn't get away with that sign in an English speaking country. The lady, doesn't look too happy, does she? That word, by the way, actually means "final spurt". "Udsalg" means sale.
