Gustaf Slept Here
by wjw on August 4, 2017
We are in lovely Stockholm. This involved 13 miserable hours on a ferry from Turku, though the misery was mitigated by glorious views of first the Finnish, and then the Swedish, archipelago. By the end I didn’t care about the archipelago, I just wanted to get off the damn boat.
Stockholm’s series of islands is a beautiful setting for a city, though there are some disturbing elements, for instance a fountain that seems to be dedicated to the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
The ferries are mostly for peole who like to travel by them. And those who need to bring cars and trucks, of course. Started out as a cheap and practical way to get across but evolved into “cruise experience”.
I understand that the ferries take far longer to get to their destination than strictly necessary, in hopes of selling more alcohol and making more money in the casinos.
I have to admit they provided every reason to get drunk and stay that way.
I took the ferry from Turko to Stockholm and back myself. We did it at night, so it might have been a different experience. Basically ate dinner and then went to bed. I did go in the duty-free once, which was a bad idea.
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