Yes, I’m still in Sweden. This far, my adventure consists of a subway ride with drunk Finns, and that’s not much of an adventure to me anymore. Been there, seen that, you know.
It’s been a while since I flew with Finnair, the pride of Finland, and hence, it’s been a while since I’ve been at Terminal 2 of the Arlanda international airport. This terminal is the backyard where SAS, the pride of Scandinavia doesn’t fly from.
Arlanda is the name of the Stockholm international airport, even if, with regular intervals, somebody comes up with a new name suggestion, such as re-naming it Alfred Nobel International Airport.
I want it to stay as Arlanda. I don’t mind naming it after the person who invented dynamite as much as I’d hate to see them go amiss the great slogan I have crafted for them (and tried to get the word of mouth going mostly by repeating it to my wife every time I or we have been to the airport):
I always know where you are, depending on your puns.
Yes. There’s the "Praha, bra att ha", and the "Bern to run". Nothing for Magnitogorsk yet. That’s a tough one.
No, Torslanda is your landa.
Arlanda is my landa.