Mostly a travel day. But that's not to say it wasn't interesting.
21: Delicious Nut Cheese
Remember: You can't spell Stockholm without ABBA.
Yeah, that's cute. But where's our plane?
If visiting other countries and seeing how they do things is a little bit weird (which is the point, of course), then Finland is another step up from where we've been so far.
Not that this photo really shows that. In fact, this looks a bit like Germany.
It's not, though.
What are you accusing me of...?
Arrived at our onsite hotel at Power Park.
The story I heard is that there's a family that got rich running a power utility, but one of the kids grew up with no real business acumen, so they just give him money to play around with his theme park.
Of course, I've also heard that this is the northernmost amusement park in the world, that the Finns are the happiest people on Earth, and that that there are people--even in the US--that actually like ABBA.
So who knows what's true?
We're staying in Baba Yaga's chicken-legged hut.
But Texas was also apparently an option.
This large modern-looking building next to the hotel seemed to be part convention center, part movie theater.
We probably should've spent more time investigating, but Mr. Bobcorn scared me off.
[Photo by Andy]
The TPR Grand Prix was originally supposed to be the day after Power Park, but we made such good time here they decided to do it the day before Power Park instead.
I say, "they" because Smisty, Goldballs, and I weren't too interested.
Instead, we walked over to Road House. It's about 1 kilometer away from the hotel. Or, in other words, I have no idea.
It rather looks like a grocery store from the outside, but it's more like a tiny mall.
Okay, sure.
Well, everyone needs to have their dreams.
This is actually a really clever caption, as it's a quote from The Spy Who Loved Me. See, when Bond....
Nevermind.
I'm not going to say who I think this is supposed to be, because I fear it will just make *me* look racist.
As Scandinavia is to the world in its love of licorice, so Finland is to Scandinavia.
Which is to say the Finns are *really* into it.
Happily, the mall that looks like a grocery store from the outside does in fact have a grocery store inside.
And I'm pretty sure the whole place is owned by Power Park.
I may have mentioned this before, but at the start of the trip I was willing to try some licorice things. But by this point, I was in no mood for double layer licorice.
Ta-da!
I tried to look this up on google maps to see if this structure had a name or something. No luck there, but I did find the gas station, which has 5 reviews, the top one of which reads, in its entirety: "Good liquid."
Now that's a skyline.
Back at the hotel, the lobby of which is themed to...um...boaty stuff?
TPR dinner and Grand Prix awards presentation.
I don't remember who won. I just know I'm a loser.
Wow. Dark.
And also, why?
Dinner was quite good, but very long. Turns out this is a Finnish thing. We encountered it in the Netherlands as well in 2019, but it's even more pronounced here. Fancy dinners aren't fast.
If it's '69, you were expecting me!
See, in Moonraker....
Every part of the hotel had a door or a gate with a code on it. It's like the world's most whimsical prison.
Turns out we could've watched the Grand Prix from our room.
Yeah, Finland. This is where the trip report is going to get good!
Just kidding. It will never get good.
And also, I do kind of like ABBA.
Moonraker sucks, though.