Right, then. R'n'R.
It's the Venice of the North, they said. Stockholm is beautiful, and public transport is so great up north, everybody said. Yeah.
What was supposed to be five hours, just cruising along in a reasonably comfortable train, ended up very different. First train suffered " terminal failure in the electrical systems ", and we were offered " replacement train", just no seating. Nice one. Replacement train was an hour late. At this point, I'm just having a laugh. I mean, the irony and all that. About 250 km from Stockholm, there's a bit of a bushfire, minor incident really, and the fire brigade shut down the railroad while working, all for their own safety. I was totally cool with that. Then the firefighters packed up and left the scene. Train failed to go. Locomotive dead, "faulty wiring". We were now the passengers of two fairly full trains stuck in a field, with the promise of an attempt at getting a replacement train. Which would not be, of course, an extra train, but one already near capacity, just like the two previous. Happy days.
A very nice, impatient and competent swedish woman who'd been sitting next to us called her husband and offered us a ride. Nice people, those two.
We were scheduled to arrive about twenty to five, but it was well over ten before we checked in.
I'm impressed.