Chantal and I watched too much TV. At around 3 or 4, we went to Ikea. IKEA. In SWEDEN! WOah! They don’t even have ‘I went to a Swedish Ikea’ postcards! Swedish Ikeas are pretty much the same as non-Swedish Ikeas. I decided to take a photo of the credit card checkout and one woman who works there was saying ‘excuse me!!’ to me time after time in Swedish. Why? Because you’re nto allowed to take photos. Well, how dumb can you be? If someone doesn’t respond, maybe it’s because they don’t understand Swedish. There were also no clearly visible ‘do not take photos’ signs in the store. The icecreams are VERY creamy and dense, the consistency of creamed cheese. The McDonald soft serves are better. The hotdogs are also very small. Smaller than the German ones and apparently the Australian ones.
For dinner we walked to the local shopping centre to get pizza. There is no BBQ chicken pizza!!! Instead, I ate a chicken, banana, curry something something, pesto pizza. It was quite tasty, but the lack of any pineapple disturbed me.
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