I wasn’t sitting in my usual place – the window seat just behind the left wing is where I like to fly. I’ve flown to Sweden before so I tried convincing myself that there was nothing I was missing. That didn’t stop my neck from
FIRST ARRIVAL It seemed like only minutes had passed between leaving Sweden and waking up in Copenhagen’s main station. A hotel called WAKE UP stood to attention on my right and a message scrawled across some buildings on my left spoke: Man Has The Right
Being in Stockholm did feel like a magical occasion – as this was the closest I had ever been to Santa, but being September, Christmas was still a mile off and I was curious to see what this great Scandinavian capital had to offer. When
