Saturday, October 31.
Today we are off to Skansen, an outdoor museum covering 75 acres, covering the history of Sweden. Bit like Soverign Hill at Ballarat.
One of the many churches on the way from the metro to the tram.
Now this is what I call an outside fire. The end of a gas tank. They are spread around the site.
One of the many farm buildings.
Rune stones. There are 2,500 in Sweden. Basically a grave stone or morose stone placed by the Sami.
Some of the many buildings that have peat on the rooves.. Hell of a job to mow.
Finnish houses from when Finland was part of Sweden.
European Bison. There were only 55 in the 1920’s, and now there are more than 4,500.
No they have not sunk, they use the ground to insulate.
Finished at the park, we boarded a tram back to the city centre to find the Irish Pub for the Rugby final.
Yes lights are on but it is only 5.00.
Not a happy chappie, lost the rugby and the pub was full of Kiwis. Dragged ourselves to a local restaurant for dinner with some consolation drinks, and then back to Myrtle.