To be or not to be in Sweden

Hamlet's castle was our first aim this morning, as you might have read earlier. Nice fortress, world heritage. Impressive!
Betty and I were torn to the fleamarket close to it: so much more to discover and buy. We got the sweetest little needlework thingies for almost no krona at all! So light weight and danish, and they make great gifts for hosts. I got some for myself. ;-)
The town of Helsingør is well worth visiting, too, picturesque streets and houses, and lots of Swedes getting their booze for the weekend.
That reminded me of my trip around the baltic sea and the country I had almost left out. Which of course now I did not have to any more. Helsingborg and Sweden were just 42 krona and twenty minutes away by ferry.
Should we go or shouldn't we? Hmmmm...
Of course, we should. And off we went. Oh, I love those sunshiny cruises!
Helsingborg was a lot like Helsingør. No wonder, both fortresses had been built in the same century, to make sure the Danes controlled the trade, and made quite some money with customs.
We found the cutest cafe on Storgatan 3, "mezo", a newly established moroccan like spacy room with wonderful food and above all home made cakes (which we couldn't eat because of not enough swedish krona), got a postcard plus some stamps, posted the card to my family in Stuttgart (like I always do in every town!), and back to the boat!
Now guess whom we met there, sitting in between all the other passengers? Well???
Father Xmas himself!
Better known as Hø-Nisse in Denmark. He was on holidays, like every summer - the only season he can do it, for obvious reasons - and actually on his way to an international conference, held for the 43rd time, and this year in Denmark. We talked a lot, and he gave us his business card. Check his website here.
We were all very sorry we could not spend more time together, but Betty and I had to go home and do some packing and stuff. Tomorrow I'm gonna leave for Finland again. By plane. I'm having mixed feelings about my luggage...
Anyways, on our trip home the train refused to stop at Vallensbæk Station, and just went on over the bridge, and stopped shortly before Betty's house. Wasn't that ever so nice? But since we did not feel like climbing down, they drove back, and we took the usual exit. Pffff - boring! There's no adventures in life anymore ;-)