The King is dead, long live the King.
It was time to return to Nordic Nationals and defend my crown from unruly locals wanting to take back control of their country. Ingrates. A couple of people from last time came along and a bunch of others made the effort so we had nine or ten Brits in the longboat. After some shenanigans, we were though the nicest passport control I’ve ever experienced and on bus, train and tram to the other side of Stockholm for our Air B’n’B experience – and so the Party House was born.