DJ Hiazzz and the Werewolves

Here we go. First destination of our expedition is Tjörn, a small island north of Göteborg. We leave the highway to dive into the beautiful landscape. A few nice bridges connect the islands to the mainland. The road trip mood is entering the minibus. Swedish hits and static take turns, carefully operated by DJ Hiazzz featuring Derrrr-on-the-middle-sitzzz (Walter, 2007). Ambiance guaranteed with DJ Hiazzz. Wiiiiiiiiiihaaa.

Lunch time. Tjörn offers us the perfect place for a picknick. Time to take out the day-after-Jan's-birthday cake.

Fully satisfied, the journey continues. Orust is our next target, on the way to Strömstad, destination of our tour. Two short ferrys bring us to the Gullmansfjorden, the only "real" fjord in Sweden. In Fiskebäckskil, a nice small village on the south side of the fjord, we start our quest for coffee. After all, it's four a clock and time to wake up. Jan, driver of service and in a decisive mood, puts the car in the rear gear, floors the gas pedal and crashes into the kiosken (needed renovation anyway). Using the confusion of the moment, we sneak out the car, take a coffee and vanish into space again.

Now we have to find a way to cross the fjord. Some kilometers east of Fiskesbäckskil, a free ferry takes us to the other side, giving us a nice glance on the fjord. Time is flying fast, further stops are cancelled for today. Destination Strömstad, straightforward.

Around 8 we arrive in Däfto Feriecenter, a five star camping place. A bit later, we arrive at our Kapten Frodig cottage. A really great (and very affordable) fully equiped house. Perfect for us. We'll have a nice time here. And there's a playground!!

I'm getting hungry again. Time to prepare a nice dinner. Njammies.

After dinner, we are attacked over and over again by relentless werewolves. Night after night, innocent people are slaughtered. Cunning plans, deceit and shameless lies, all possible tricks (such as the kill Walter first strategy :-)) are used to survive. As we are civilized people, the killing happens in a fully democratic way of course. We vote before we strike. Two o'clock, nearly midsummer, the sun is rising really early and the wolves have to fly. Game over.

Great day.