Jokers Cave of Games

The breakfast. Breaking the nightly fast was something we were looking forward to. Denied the opportunity to eat in the Bistro, we were somewhat starved when the morning finally came. Interestingly, there had been several notes celebrating the splendor of the breakfast, but surprisingly little information providing practical details. In fact, when we went down and started yanking the door, a young lady provided us with the information that it would be another 15-20 minutes before breakfast was served. And then she looked at us and tried to lock the door, as if we would decide to sneak in while her back was turned to snatch a scoop of Kalles kaviar perhaps. Unfortunately, the door wouldn't lock, even after her insistent attempts, so she instead placed a small ashtray outside the door to stop us. Let me just add, for a moment here, that I live in a modern world. I have seen zombie movies, alright? This barrier wouldn't really suffice to stop a horde of ravenous proles, clawing to...

Let us start where we left off. Slow train bed and breakfast. We passed Kutens Bensin, the designated waypoint for turning off the main road (wherein is meant a small asphalt road, barely enough for two cars to pass each other. Then there was a small metal ball on top of a stonewall, a sign that with a shaking handwritten scrawl declared "Slow Train". Turning it, we came upon a garden no less. Parking on the grass, to one side there was a barn with a side that said "Eater" and to the other, a standard residence. The garden was in rickety shape, overgrown and ignored. The cellar entrance to the house had been opened, or swung open by itself, with a sign plastered over it that said "Jimmy Polke Välkommen Hem". For some reason, it brought to mind the return of a lost love one, who spent the last years in jail. Anyway, we moved around the residence to the main entrance and peeked suspiciously at the door. It looked just like somebody lived there. No signs o...

The trip to Gotland turned out to be fascinating and interesting for several reasons. Some of the more surprising travel memories were constituted quite incredulously. We started from the house in Svalsta in the wee morning hours, actually quite some time before the Sun even pondered getting up. I wouldn't say I was flabbergasted by the mood in the vehicle, but not far from it, as all were sparkling happily and busy chatting away. Except for the ones snoring, but I think that's only common sense. Anyway, Nynäshamn, where the ship arrived at the break of dawn for boarding.  The first stop, after landing on the island and having been forced through the mandatory smoking pit-stop, was Lummelunda Grottorna. There are some really famous caves on the west side of Gotland, something the explorer in me just had to see. If you go there, I recommend you bring warm clothes. Temperature outside was about 30 degrees C in the shade. Inside, it's around 8, and you will be there fo...