The rest of my time in Stockholm is easily skipped over blogg-wise. I went out partying a total of three times in a week, I hit the gym, grilled in the park, got some colour, met up with some friends and did plenty of relaxing, communicating and planning. I have been to that city so many times now I can probably skip over the intricasies.. One moment of note was a little scare with the POH. One day I decided to head out and check out a local gym and get moving a little bit. Hours and hours of driving ahead made me a little concerned about my back etc. I got my stuff together and headed down to the car. I jumped in and buckled up, turned the key and... nothing. Not a peep.
Shit! No problem, no problem. It´s probably just a dead battery. Easily fixed. I could just go upstairs and get some help from Catha- roll start the car down the hill and drive her for a while to get the battery going once again. No Worries.
So we set out about our business - nothing - the end result was far worse. The car was stuck at the bottom of a hill and illegally parked. Awesome. The next two hours were spent trying to make calls and figure out what the Swedish equivalent of the RAC was. This proved much more difficult than expected... But eventually I got Assistancekåren out for much more than I expected but just as predicted- a quick jolt and the battery was fine again- time to invest in jumper cables for the rest of the trip I think?
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