NuttySquirrel
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Premise: @NuttySquirrel convinces a non-enthusiast to accompany her to Liseberg to get one final use out of her EP Gold Pass before it expires. The thinking behind this obviously being flawed as obviously a 4-day trip to Sweden costs a lot more than 1-day free park entry will save. @NuttySquirrel decides to gloss over this bit of inconvenient logic and books anyway.
The trip gets off to a slightly rocky start...
Day 1: Travel day
Precisely 1.5 hours before leaving for the airport, Mr Squirrel realises he does not have a cabin bag the right size. Mrs Squirrel (who has packed the night before) thus does a mad dash to Cribbs Causeway to purchase a cabin bag. Mr Squirrel wants a 2-wheeled case. They are all 4-wheeled. Cue a telephone conversation about the merits of 2 vs 4 wheeled cases. Mrs Squirrel buys a 4-wheeled one. Mrs Squirrel realises on the way home that the car is f***ed. It has been having a braking overheating issue that should have been fixed but is now recurring. Mr Squirrel drives the car gingerly for 2 hrs on the M4; Mrs Squirrel expects the car to crash and burn any moment. They stop at three service stations to let the brakes cool down. Somehow, they make it to Heathrow Park & Ride ("formally Long-Stay Parking" [not my typo]). Mr Squirrel cannot believe how expensive airport parking at Heathrow is. Due to all the service-station hopping, they must head straight to the gate - no time to find the bar. They board a BA flight as Mr Squirrel no longer flies Ryanair (since the day he paid extra for a window and got a wall). The flight doesn't take off for 1h45m. Mrs Squirrel uses the time to check queue times at Liseberg. Helix died at 3pm and has not reopened. Mrs Squirrel needs a stiff drink, but alcohol service doesn't start until the plane is airborne. As soon as it's possible to do so, Mrs Squirrel orders an aperol spritz. The plane lands. Mrs Squirrel checks the Liseberg queue times again. This is not reassuring; Helix did not reopen before the park closed for the evening.
In Gothenburg, Mr & Mrs Squirrel arrive at their hotel at 10.30pm. The hotel can't find their booking. Eventually they sort out a room which is apparently an upgrade. It is one of the smallest rooms they've ever stayed in. Mrs Squirrel wishes she had forked out extra for the Grand Curiosa. Fortunately the room, though petite, is a few stumbles away from the hotel's rooftop bar. Mrs Squirrel is excited to find gluten-free beer at the bar - however the prices are less inspiring. To avoid having to take out a second mortgage, and because dividing by 13 to get the cost in GBP is making their heads hurt, Mr & Mrs Squirrel stumble back to their treehole after just one beer apiece. Given Mrs Squirrel's track record of hungover park days, this will probably turn out to be a sensible decision.
The trip gets off to a slightly rocky start...
Day 1: Travel day
Precisely 1.5 hours before leaving for the airport, Mr Squirrel realises he does not have a cabin bag the right size. Mrs Squirrel (who has packed the night before) thus does a mad dash to Cribbs Causeway to purchase a cabin bag. Mr Squirrel wants a 2-wheeled case. They are all 4-wheeled. Cue a telephone conversation about the merits of 2 vs 4 wheeled cases. Mrs Squirrel buys a 4-wheeled one. Mrs Squirrel realises on the way home that the car is f***ed. It has been having a braking overheating issue that should have been fixed but is now recurring. Mr Squirrel drives the car gingerly for 2 hrs on the M4; Mrs Squirrel expects the car to crash and burn any moment. They stop at three service stations to let the brakes cool down. Somehow, they make it to Heathrow Park & Ride ("formally Long-Stay Parking" [not my typo]). Mr Squirrel cannot believe how expensive airport parking at Heathrow is. Due to all the service-station hopping, they must head straight to the gate - no time to find the bar. They board a BA flight as Mr Squirrel no longer flies Ryanair (since the day he paid extra for a window and got a wall). The flight doesn't take off for 1h45m. Mrs Squirrel uses the time to check queue times at Liseberg. Helix died at 3pm and has not reopened. Mrs Squirrel needs a stiff drink, but alcohol service doesn't start until the plane is airborne. As soon as it's possible to do so, Mrs Squirrel orders an aperol spritz. The plane lands. Mrs Squirrel checks the Liseberg queue times again. This is not reassuring; Helix did not reopen before the park closed for the evening.
In Gothenburg, Mr & Mrs Squirrel arrive at their hotel at 10.30pm. The hotel can't find their booking. Eventually they sort out a room which is apparently an upgrade. It is one of the smallest rooms they've ever stayed in. Mrs Squirrel wishes she had forked out extra for the Grand Curiosa. Fortunately the room, though petite, is a few stumbles away from the hotel's rooftop bar. Mrs Squirrel is excited to find gluten-free beer at the bar - however the prices are less inspiring. To avoid having to take out a second mortgage, and because dividing by 13 to get the cost in GBP is making their heads hurt, Mr & Mrs Squirrel stumble back to their treehole after just one beer apiece. Given Mrs Squirrel's track record of hungover park days, this will probably turn out to be a sensible decision.
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