(L note: On the train we heard Swedish for the first time. For those who remember and love the Muppets, the Swedish Chef was NOT a joke. That’s the way Swedish sounds.)
So we left Norway and entered Sweden. Then they announced that the overhead cable for the electric train was down in one section, and we would have to switch to busses for that section. About 10:30 we stopped in Karlstad, and were told we would have to wait until noon for busses to arrive. We could wait on the train, or we could go onto the platform. They also offered free coffee, pastries, and sandwiches from their “Bistro” car. So we hung around for an hour and a half. There seemed to be just one conductor providing information for maybe 250 people in I don't know how many languages. Anyway, we felt uninformed.
Cranky Old Hag
(to be continued)
