As I was proudly and not too stealthily leeching wifi from the glory that is Espresso House, I received a text message. 'I'm on my way with a big red surprise.'. Unimpressed, I looked at my big red suitcase in front of me and replied 'But I've already got it right here...'.

...There she was, Anthea! Driving a HUGE red Nissan Qashqai - keep in mind that we set out to rent a Volkswagen UP because it was the cheapest option and we're both 'poor' twats. The first 5 minutes of seeing each other were spent saying 'WHAT?', looking at each other and laughing, pointing at the car, repeating 'WHAT?', entering the car, being in stitches over how big the car was, how many buttons it had, and laughing some more. This was going to be a trip to remember! 

Stockholm. It's a pretty big city. It seems it's one of those cities that's never finished. Construction work everywhere. Road blocks everywhere. Temporary signs everywhere. Navigation being utterly confused every time. Driving over the same road in circles until you've had enough and decide to ignore navigation and that it's time to make your own damn decisions! (I bet we sound super brave, but actually we politely stopped at every zebra crossing, apologised to anyone that we might have startled, and sat behind the wheel like two lost grannies.)

This was only day one...