It was a long train ride from Stockholm to Goteborg... a few track delays, fire on the train, and a broken signal made for an extra two hours... lucky that Goteborg was still in Sweden. It seems poor Goteborg has been tossed around back and forth from Sweden to Norway to Denmark and of course those pesky want-to-rule-the-world Germans took a turn as well. For now, Goteborg is in Sweden and so are we.Upon arrival we took a water taxi to the center of town whereby Wynn and Tami promptly decided to lock themselves into a tiny gondola together called the "Wheel of Gothenborg," - as if a six-hour train ride was not enough time to bond.
By the way, Goteborg is spelled Gothenburg and Goteborg and Goteburg and Go:teborg... any which way, we are safe and sound in the city of many spellings.
Look for Wynn and Tami in gondola #4 of "The Wheel..." If you zoom in you can see Tami screaming "let me out" - in English, which if she would have calmed down an took the time to translate, should have yelled "Släpp ut mig!"
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