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I arrived in Stockholm on Thursday and as arranged texted Dan to let him know that the plane had touched down. We drove to the brewery and I filled a few bottles and stamped the lids on them and then popped across the road to the bar whilst Dan did whatever corporate executives do and then we drove back to his house.
I had a tour of his whisky room and we sat on the veranda drinking beer admiring the beautiful view over the lake from the back of his house. A couple of hours later Hans and Bo arrived. Dan lives next door to his brother Sam, who I first met in Seattle. Sam has a sort of cabin in his garden so we Hans and Bo and I spent the night in that. The next day we set off for Norway. We knew that booze was going to be ruinously expensive there so now that Dan owns a brewery it made sense to drive a load of beer across the border.
A beautiful drive it was too, past all the lakes and trees. It took us about eight hours to arrive in Trondheim and I made use of the time to learn Swedish. The only way to really learn a language is to use it, so to the delight of my fellow passengers I pointed out in Swedish pretty much every tree and yellow house on the way. The GPS got a bit confused at our destination but we soon found the hotel. There seemed to be some mad moustachioed maniac banging on the window. He the mad moustachioed maniac, a.