Today we’re off from Gothenburg to Stockholm, approximately three hours on our slightly mean-looking grey X2000 express train. Sadly, the cushy seats The Boy purchased tickets for are backwards-facing (almost all the seats in our car are) which I really dislike. I don’t get violently ill, but my preference is definitely to be facing where I’m going.
Luckily, while waiting for our train at the station, The Boy bought me a pomegranate-rhubarb “Xider” to enjoy. We can hope that it helped take off the edge of whooshing through the (very pretty!) countryside backwards.
The Boy, possibly inspired by his time at Carlsberg in Copenhagen, was drinking one of Tuborg’s “gold” brews. Apparently it was “okay”. Given the care they took with the label (and in English no less!), I think the folks at Carlsberg would be disappointed by his lukewarm reception:
But enough about that.
This train ride, being on an express train, is definitely higher-velocity than our (local train-based) trip from Malmö to Göteborg. Also, no seasides, although there have been some nice lakeside views. For the most part, though, the country side has consisted of verdant, deciduous forests, including some stretches of nothing but birch.
I was surprised to see so many fewer farms (and windmills), although there were certainly more animal-centric ones (horses and cows) than further south. The Boy and I agree that the widespread use of tiles for roofing improves the photogenic quality of the countryside immensely. I'm not sure if there is a cold-weather/ludicrous snow volume limitation preventing them from being popular in Canada, but I do kind of wish they were more common there.
Then again, maybe I'm selling our country short; maybe people see our farms' metal roofs and think "How picturesque! It must be very noisy when there's hail!" I'll have to ask a tourist sometime.
As we're still rocketing along on the train, I don't have any news from Stockholm yet, however, as it's been awhile since I've posted a random clock picture, I'll close with this one, shot in Göteborg's Central Station:
In other news, The Boy has demolished our remaining supply of raspberry gummies (which it is much more fun to refer to as Halon Jellies). Clearly, we will now need to rely on the mysteriously-named Ballerina cookies for sustenance.