Jag letar efter frukost
Waking up on a ship in Stockholm has never been a dream, plan or desire. But it happened. Peering out the porthole across the harbour to Gamla Stan with its beautiful, historic buildings reminded me how I came to be in such a place.
It may have only been 5.45am but the early morning, summer sun had also woken the other 3 travellers sharing the same bunkroom below deck. It didn’t take long before a Polish guy was asking me (in Polish) how to add credit to his mobile phone. Fortunately this was in English and following instructions in English is one of my hidden skills.
With one mission complete my next was to find some breakfast. Sidetracked into an Internet cafe I must go to find something to eat and explore “the European capital of cool”.
