My last few in Stockholm.
I watched the port roll away behind me, and then when I was done with that, I went back indoors and started exploring.
I mulled a little over the restaurants, then decided that I'd be happy with a sole White Russian.
So there's that, and that's my diary, that I wrote in whilst drinking my White Russian. One of my best memories from this trip. You all know this by now, I was drinking it, and then halfway through I realised that the White Russian was making me too happy, and I thought, well we can't have that, so I stopped drinking it.
I had a look at the tax free shops and was very pleased with what I saw, and wished I could buy some, but I think I probably would have gotten alcohol poisoning if I'd finished an entire bottle on my own.
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