First, we took some time to visit Gothenburg (in Swedish: Göteborg, pronounced [jœtəˈbɔrj], I have heard this pronounced, and it sounds much as it looks, so we'll stick with Gothenburg.
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| Totally Touroidistical, JC stands on one of Gothenburg's canal bridges, a lock behind him |
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| Merchant city, warehouses, trams to the left, as the ground is too marshy to build underground trains, and a Padden boat, flat enough to get under the low bridges, so you can take a tour of the city's canal's and its sheltered sea port. |
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| Time for a quick read before we cast off |
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| JC kneels before me, to make sure his head does not hit the 'Cheesegrater' - Gothenburg's lowest bridge. Strangely the woman in front of him his half French and half Swedish, note the unlikely combination of profile and tattoo |
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| Ducking under the rusty Cheesegrater |
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| Gothenburg's dockside development and floating ship museum, delightfully not over done |
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| This Danish ship has tall masts which cannot be lowered. A short time after it docked here the Swedish built a really low bridge between it and the sea, so here it stays. |
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| The St Erik with storm descending |
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| Storm inevitable, the Padden boat owners put up a sort of windbreak... |
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| ...and sell us yellow rain ponchos...shortly afterwards the storm strikes and I am forced to put my camera away for its own safety |
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| Please note wet bottom - JC scampers for shelter |
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| And finds solace in a lovely cafe...where he can once more read |
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