Four trams and three buses in one picture. This place is just mental.
And finally! After 20 minutes inside, item one was ticked off my list.
Thank you Lom. for that recommendation. As I left the watch shop I was intending to head for The Old Beefeater Inn, but right opposite I saw this...
I usually avoid Irish pubs because of the shite music they always insist on playing... but it was still pissing it down and I was soaked. And besides, I knew that a steak and kidney pie would be unlikely but I've never been to an Irish pub without steak and ale pie on the menu.
Everything looked promising... (never seen pear cider on draught before but I couldn't turn down a pint of Strongbow)
And then the menu came...
Bladdy hell... no pie of any description. It's actually easier to get a nice meat pie in bladdy Korat than in Göteborg, which is I think the second largest city in Sweden.
So it was fish and chips again!
Which came obviously missing one very essential ingredient.
It was good, but I won't be going back. How can you have fish and chips with no peas?
And no normal plate either, for that matter.
The money shot... a nice fillet of cod.
I then idled away an hour or so with w few pints of Strongbow while winding my watch on about 15 days and and admiring the new strap.
All good things come to an end... the view outside did nothing to entice me out, but I had to get moving before I got tempted by a whisky, and besides, inexplicably they were showing Man United against Man City... women's!
So, out into the pissing rain again.
Just up the road was this chap on a horse... Lom?
It was now also so windy that the rental bikes were getting blown over. Man City coloured bikes... Chitty would love it here.
And cold, wet, miserable and half pissed, I eventually saw this... a glimmer of hope in the wilderness...
An oasis in a food desert...
What!!! Ya have to be kidding!