Stockholm, Sweden (2007)

Sweden was a bit cheaper than Norway so we finally were able to eat something other than cereal.  Stockholm was a lovely city to walk around, but we were warned beforehand (doubly—once to me and once to Sarang, who met us in Stockholm) that the people are very stylish and frown upon poor style.  Coming from stylish Los Angeles and San Francisco, we were down to check their threadz.

The first night we stayed in prison.  The converted prison, now hostel, was fun and themey.

 

Carmel in her cell.

 

My room wasn’t so small because they put me in the Inspector’s room.  Carmel snuck in.

 

We went to another huge ship museum for the Vasa.

 

The back of the Vasa.

 

This one bad mutha was actually one bad mutha.  It sunk after the first 15 minutes of its maiden voyage.

 

Historical Swedish people.

 

A nearby museum.  It had a pez exhibition that we felt was unnecessary to pay for.

 

Pez for Jen, my pez loving friend.

 

Gamlastan—the old city.

 

Street musicians.

 

Carmel checks out expensive frogs for her sister.

 

I had to try the famous black licorice ice cream.  It was good.

 

We went to the restaurant of one of the best chefs in Sweden for a 7-course meal.  It was good.

 

This was a garlic mussel soup.  Yum.

 

Duck burger.

 

Night lights outside of Gamlastan.

 

Getting sleepy.

 

Sarang met us in Stockholm.  Here we can be seen eating black licorice pipes.  We are obviously cool.

 

We went to Skansen, which is like Colonial Williamsburg/Jamestown but for Swedes.

 

Carmel checks out the dimensions of what could be our $1,000,000 condo in LA.

 

I become Swedish.

 

There was a random part of Skansen that was simply of cute animals.  Here is a sleeping kitten.

 

An extremely fluffy bunny.  Carmel wants one.

 

This lion bunny looks ferocious.

 

A bear.  I want one.

 

Here I kiss the bear.  I cropped out the frame of the bullet-proof window.

 

Funny birds outside of Skansen.

 

You lookin’ at me?

 

Chess in the park.

 

Carmel kneeled down next to the chess board.  Moments before I snapped the photo, someone planted a checker cap and board on her.

 

Cool fountain outside our new 4-star hotel, Talk Rica.

 

I wanted to go to the Ice Hotel (as seen in Bond), but it was closed for the summer.  Something about it being melted.  So then I wanted to go the Ice Bar instead, but we couldn’t get in.  I was disappointed until we found out that there is an Ice Bar in almost every major city.

 

A warning left by someone from UT?

 

There were a lot of H&M’s around Stockholm.

 

Super king.

 

The train signs annoyed us.  Can anyone tell me how this sign can be simplified?

 

Sarang envisions smoking the world’s largest cigar.

 

No we are not dead after smoking the world’s largest cigar.  Here we pass out at the MOMA for a short nap.

 

Door to MOMA before they made me put away my camera.

 

Oh yeah, so wasn’t I saying something about how Sweden is supposed to be uber-stylish?  Here are just a few shots of Carmel and Sarang where you can see the uber-style on the people in the background.  

 

We decided to go to a café and take pictures of random people in their uber-style.  These shots were taken mostly within a couple blocks walk to a café.  We never made it to the café.