the train is moving. Given the fact that this is one of the main functions of a train, you could imagine something more surprising. No way back, we are going to Kiruna. 17 o'clock. Almost 1800 kilometer to go. The time is going surprisingly fast. In fact, I'm quite enjoying the train trip. Nice friends, a huge amount of chocolate and sweets, and funny games. What would you desire more? Once in a while, the sun gives us an exciting view on the Swedish landscape.
When darkness has fallen, we attack our home made sandwiches with ruccola. Mmm. A nice fruit dessert and some chocolates later, tiredness is entering our sleeping compartment. Time to make the beds. The rythm of the train sent me to sleep after a while.
A short night later, time to eat again. Around 12 o'clock we have to change trains in Boden. No longer a night train. Many thanks to the ticket clerk who booked our seats. We got a very nice seperate and spacious compartment. Much nicer than the ordinary seats.
The perfect place to start a new game. Each with a cigaret paper on our forehead with a mysterious word, the guessing starts. Alf and the nuclear power plant. How are you supposed to guess such thing? Anyway, it was quite entertaining and the end of our train trip was approaching and even getting closer and closer. When the ticket collector suddenly announces Kiruna station, we prepare our luggage to get off the train. A cautious open-the-window-and-put-your-hand-out experiment is reassuring: no frozen fingers. Great.
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