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Scandinavians are a lovely bunch, in every sense. The Swedes and the Danes are some of the friendliest, most generous people it's ever been my pleasure to meet. They took me in, took me out, wined me, dined me, entertained me, showed me the sights, showed me the town and just generally showed me a good time.
Thanks for all the fun, ladies and fellas!
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| Here are Eva and Kenneth. I've known Kenneth for (yikes!) eight years now. He put me up in Stockholm, making my whole Scandinavia holiday possible. What a wonderful friend you are, Kenneth. Thanks again! | Eva is a dear, smart and funny. A telecommunications engineer, I always enjoy the company of intelligent women. Thanks for the lovely tour, Eva! | Here are Patrick (L) and Mats (R). While in Stockholm, Mats had me over for dinner not once but twice. What a great guy! |
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| A kingpin of Stockholm nightlife, Mats knows where and how to have a good time. I owe you big time, buddy! (Psssst! Mats, what happens in Stockholm stays in Stockholm. Right? ;-) | I'm quite bored of photos of myself in front of landmarks. In fact, if it weren't for my Mom, I wouldn't take a single one of these any more. But she complains when I don't. I guess she likes to see her oldest boy. So here ya go, Mom. Enjoy. | More of me. Happy, Mom? |
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| Meet Michael (L), a talented photographer and film producer and Eric (R) a dancer who I originally met in New York. | Erik took me out one day for a boat ride into the Archipelago. | Thanks for an awesome day, Erik. You know you're amazing! |
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| This is my buddy, Ulf, which means "wolf" in old Swedish. | One bright morning, Ulf, Mats and I climbed the stairs of the city hall for a stunning view. I could kick myself for not having my camera with me. | So these crummy cell phone photos will have to do. But that's OK. Stockholm is so beautiful I have the images burned into my memory. |
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| Ulf, you amazing clown, you! | Someone save me from the crazy Swede! | Ulf and Mats ... the Swedish Bikini Team has nothing on these two. |
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| What would happen if you crossed an ancient Dane with a college fraternity member you wonder? I'm so glad you asked. Thomas is here to provide an example of the modern "Viking Frat Boy." Don't ever change, Thomas. | My Danish buddy Casper turned me onto the sport of "Team Handball". It has nothing to do with the two-person sport, "Handball," played in a small four wall court in the U.S. It's a fast and very aggressive game. | As Caper's amazing skills of illustration make perfectly clear, Handball is much more like Rugby. Casper plays the all-important front center position. Go get 'em, killer! ;-) |
Copyright 2004 Dale Sorenson. All Rights Reserved.
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