Ice, Ice Maybe?

The border crossing into Finland was like entering a new world. Conspicuous by its absence in Norway, snow blanketed the ground in every direction, the first proper sign of winter we’d seen on this trip. After weeks of rain, grey skies, and damp everything, it was almost a relief to finally encounter the season that had been nipping at our heels since Oslo.

Nord’s Well That Ends Well

Our journey continued north with Mo i Rana as our first stop, a town that, despite its wonderfully peculiar name, seems mostly to exist as a waypoint on route to somewhere else. We camped near yet another ski slope, a feature that was quickly becoming a recurring theme of our Norwegian voyage.

Fjord Fiesta

Our journey through Norway pressed on, with our spirits high but our wallets visibly wilting, as we descended into Geirangerfjord—a place that doesn’t politely introduce itself so much as throw its arms wide and yell, “Behold!”

Norway We’re Going Home

Our three-week Norwegian escapade began with high hopes and the kind of optimism that only comes from seeing a campsite as absurdly scenic as the one we’d found just south of Oslo.

We Goth It All Wrong!

If the warnings we’d received were anything to go by, Gothenburg was going to be Sweden’s dark underbelly—a city where danger lurked behind every corner. We braced ourselves for chaos—Scandi-style, of course, so perhaps some overly competitive knitting circles, rogue moose with a vendetta, or cafés occasionally running out of oat milk.

Swede Dreams Are Made of This

Crossing the Øresund Bridge from Denmark into Sweden is one of those experiences that manages to be both jaw-droppingly stunning and a direct assault on your wallet.

Two Beers or Not Two Beers

Leaving behind the cobbled chaos of Ribe and the LEGO shrine of Billund, we ventured eastward for the grand finale of our Danish escapade: Kronborg Castle (known to most as Hamlet’s castle).

LEGO of Your Inhibitions

There comes a time in everyone's life when they feel compelled to go big—an unspoken challenge to outdo their previous adventures, preferably in a way that involves fewer calories than cycling across a continent but more logistical chaos than a weekend in Devon. For us, this was that moment.

Play Miley Cyprus – Party in the Takeaway

From exploring traditional Cypriot mountain villages and discovering seven-hundred-year-old UNESCO-listed monasteries to Bar Street Paphos; the cultural chasm was wider than the potholes on Mumbles Road. Or was it? We had a week to find out whether the infamous Inbetweener beach resort had anything more to offer than two-for-one cocktails and chlamydia.

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