Or so says the touristy, bright yellow T-shirt that I might just buy for my father who’s afraid of bright colours.
“Gorgeous, golden, green” were the first words that dropped into mind – the colour of the trees and plants that strikes you hard the moment you exit the airport and hop onto the Airport bus that goes to Stockholm city. The pictures don’t do justice to the breaktaking panorama of the place and its sheer scale.
Stockholm City on the other hand, is like Copenhagen on a larger scale, sprayed across a couple of islands (thus the numerous bridges), and a few more times more expensive.
The people are cautious, but not unfriendly. Some would call it the “Scandinavian Distance”.
Finally reached this hostel (STF Fridhemsplan) after trying a few times – only to learn that they check people in at 3 pm earliest. It is a beautiful place though, marred only by the fact that the slightest things cost money. Adding insult to the injury is thus – that to store luggage at any one time costs an outrageous 20 SEK. But I did so grumpily, and took a walk all the way down to Gamla Stan.
Conclusion: It’s a gross misconception that westerners walk a lot – the collective whole gaped at me when I asked for directions to the old town Gamla Stan (5-7 km away from where I’m staying), and gaped even more when I replied resolutely that I would indeed be walking there and back.
Tourists love Gamla Stan, not surprisingly, and dig its medieval core filled with cobbled stone ground and neighbourly buildings. The Swedish Parliament resolutely gatekeeps the place, imposing stone and all.