Whew, boy... well, I made it to the Foggy Dew last night and met my friend Becky's friend Mick. A jolly Irish fellow if ever I met one. Very nice guy. I think I'll be crashing on his couch tonight, as all the hostels in Stockholm are full because of a marathon. I'm going to keep this post short, as I'm nursing a slight hangover and I'm still a bit foggy-headed, but mostly I just feel the need to point out that Stockholm is a very difficult city to get around in. Getting the long part of the journey right is easy, but pinpointing the destination is an excercise in frustration. I've been traveling around with a friend I met on the ferry a few days ago, and between the two of us we've managed to go in circles every time we've tried to get anywhere. It's exhausting.