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I had breakfast at home but surprisingly I had one more on the train in spite I didn't order it with the ticket. Amazing.
Philip came to meet me at Gothenburg Central. He just woke up and was severely aching for breakfast. I made him company but declined a third breakfast. I was stuffed, least to say.
Then bus to his flat but since not every inhabitant was quite ready for the party yet we decided to take a walk in the port by the ships and docks.
We managed a VERY short visit to the Radio museum. When we entered they were closing. I shot a snapshot through the door. Well, next time...
Back home and guest are arriving in small clusters. Easygoing juvenile bohemians crowded the flat and we had a good time together. A waterpipe with apple "tobacco" came on the table and after some ritual handling a pleasant smoke filled the room and gave the whole gathering an oriental touch.
As you can see there was dinner coming up and we had a marvelous pasta with secret ingredients. Secret for you, that is. The time were rushing towards my departure and for some reason there was an intermission in the bus time schedule so Philip called for a cab. There was one right in the neighborhood so I finished my pasta in a few seconds, gathered my things and left the party after some hugs and goodbyes.
I didn't like to leave so abrupt but I couldn't miss my train.
Everything fun seems to be prohibited in railroad stations. Had a prawn sandwich as supper on the train. Stuffed again. The pasta was the best meal today.
Arrived at Stockholm Central at 10 PM and at home at 10.45 PM tired after an unusual long day but in a merry mood.
