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Day 1: Arrival in Stockholm – A Journey Begins
Summer
vacations have a special way of turning ordinary days into lasting memories; a
time to slow down, reconnect, and rediscover the joy of new places and familiar
faces. This journey was no different; a long-awaited Scandinavian escape,
planned between workdays and casual conversations. And finally, there we were,
on our way to Scandinavia.
After
a smooth flight connection from Mumbai through Zurich, we finally
landed in Stockholm, feeling that familiar mix of excitement and
curiosity that comes with arriving in a new city. The air outside Arlanda
Airport was crisp and cool, a nice change from the Indian summer. A quick
taxi ride took us to our hotel in Solna, a quiet, green part of the
city.
The
hotel was simple and comfortable, just what we needed after a day of travel. The
real highlight of the evening, though, was meeting an old college friend,
someone we had not seen in over 25 years, welcomed us into his home near Solna
Centrum. We spent hours catching up, sharing old stories, and making
politically incorrect statements over a delicious home‑cooked Indian dinner.
It
was the perfect beginning to our time in Scandinavia; a gentle arrival,
familiar faces in a new place, and that feeling of being far from home yet
completely at ease.
Day 2:
Gamla Stan’s Timeless Charm and the Heartbeat of the City
Our
first morning in Stockholm started right where the city itself began – Gamla
Stan, the old town. With its cobbled lanes, mustard-yellow buildings, and
small cafés tucked into every corner, it felt like walking through a perfectly
preserved piece of history.
We
began at the majestic Royal Palace, its grand Baroque façade stretching
wide along the waterfront. Even today, it is the official residence of the
Swedish monarch. We watched the changing of the guard, a ceremonial spectacle
of precision and tradition, before heading inside.
Within
the palace, the Livrustkammaren (Royal Armoury) turned out to be a real
highlight. Jewel‑encrusted swords, armour gleaming under soft lights, and royal
carriages preserved in all their glory. Just next door, the Royal Coin
Cabinet is an intriguing collection of coins, medals, and historic
treasures – tiny yet powerful symbols of the country’s evolution.
From
there, we wandered into Stortorget Square, the oldest square in Stockholm,
surrounded by tall, narrow merchant houses painted in vivid reds, greens, and
yellows. Overlooking Stortorget Square was one of world’s most inspiring
institutions, the Nobel Prize Museum. Stepping inside felt like entering
a temple of human achievement. The museum celebrates not just the laureates but
the spirit of curiosity and courage that drives discovery.
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| The Nobel Prize Museum |
The
first thing that caught our eye was the ceiling installation of moving banners,
each displaying the name and field of a Nobel Laureate. Interactive displays
and multimedia exhibits brought the stories of the laureates to life, revealing
how groundbreaking ideas often begin with simple questions. We lingered before the
fascinating personal artifacts, e.g., handwritten manuscript by Einstein, original
lab instruments, and quite surprisingly, the bicycle used by Prof. Amartya Sen
during his Shantiniketan days.
A
short walk led us to Saint Nicholas Cathedral, also known as Stockholm
Cathedral, whose warm brick walls have seen countless coronations and royal
weddings. Inside, the wooden statue of Saint George and the Dragon stood
as a striking reminder of courage and faith, its details unbelievably lifelike.
Wandering
further, we spotted an ancient Viking Rune carved right into the side of
a building; so easy to miss, yet such a powerful reminder of the city’s ancient
roots. We then turned onto Västerlånggatan, the old town’s lively main
street, filled with little cafés and souvenir shops. Curiosity drew us down Mårten
Trotzigs Gränd, the narrowest alley in Stockholm, where the walls nearly
touched our shoulders as we climbed its steep steps.
Not
far away, hidden behind the Finnish Church, we discovered Järnpojke,
the “Iron Boy”; a barely 15 cm tall statue. Locals often leave him
little gifts or scarves in winter, and touching his bronze head is said to
bring luck. A few streets away stood Gamla Stan’s Obelisk, quietly
marking its historic ground since the late 18th century.
By
afternoon, we stepped beyond the old town to the historic city centre. Our destination
was Kungsträdgården, the King’s Garden, often called Stockholm’s
living room. In that bright summer day, it was alive with a vibrant cherry
blossom, a plethora of tulips, and swans stretching out on the adjacent pond.
Little did they care about the chaos created by the fellow Homo Sapiens
species.
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| Cherry Blossom at Kungsträdgården |
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| Tulips at Kungsträdgården |
As
the light began to fade, we wandered into the nearby shopping streets, to make
the best use of our time. Our first day had taken us from medieval alleys and
hidden treasures to the modern heart of Stockholm, and we were only just
getting started.
Day
3: A Royal Escape – Drottningholm Palace
The
third day was all about royalty. A long bus ride across the suburbs of Stockholm
brought us to Drottningholm Palace, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and
still the private residence of Sweden’s royal family. Set right by the lake,
its perfect symmetry and grand façade looked straight out of a painting.
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| Drottningholm Palace |
Inside,
the Grand Reception Halls were nothing short of breathtaking. Each room
unfolded like a chapter in Sweden’s royal story; lofty ceilings, towering
mirrors framed in gold, and parquet floors polished to a soft sheen. The State
Apartments glowed with natural light pouring in from tall windows, bouncing
off crystal chandeliers.
We
walked under the ceiling frescoes, where entire mythological scenes unfurled
overhead. In one hall, gods and goddesses swept across the sky in swirling
clouds. In another, allegories of power and wisdom were rendered in soft,
luminous tones.
Moving
deeper into the palace, we wandered through lavishly decorated halls filled
with tapestries, portraits, and carved pilasters. One gallery opened to
another, revealing opulent furniture upholstered in rich brocades, walls
dressed with intricate stuccowork, and candelabras standing like silent
sentinels from another age.
When
we finally stepped out into the sunlight, the Palace Gardens opened up
in layers. Formal Baroque layouts framed elegant fountains. Beyond them, a more
natural English park invited quiet exploration. We wandered shaded
paths, pausing often just to soak in the serene atmosphere.
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| The Palace as seen from the Garden |
Tucked deep within the gardens was the Chinese Pavilion, a charming summer retreat built for the queen. Its red‑lacquered walls and gilded dragons offered a playful contrast to the palace’s formality. Another highlight was the Palace Theatre – the Drottningholm Court Theatre – where original stage machinery, hand‑painted scenery, and wooden chandeliers lit by candlelight still survive here, making it the oldest theatre of its kind still in use.
By
afternoon, it was time to head back, not just to Solna, but onward to the next
chapter of our trip.
From
Stockholm to Bergen: The Gateway to the Fjords
After
checking out from our hotel in Solna, we made our way to Arlanda Airport
once again; this time, bound for Norway.
The
short haul flight from Arlanda to Bergen was a visual treat from start
to finish. As it crossed into Norwegian airspace, the breathtaking view from
above unfolded like a dream; glittering lakes, snow-dusted peaks, and winding
fjords stitched together.
Bergen, famously
known as Norway’s picture-perfect gateway to the fjords, greeted us with
its signature charm. From the airport, the sleek Bybanen light rail
whisked us toward the city, gliding past quiet suburbs and forested hills
before arriving at Byparken station in the heart of Bergen Sentrum.
From there, it was just a brief walk to Ole Vigs Gate in Møhlenpris,
where we settled into a lavish 3-bedroom apartment closer to the University
of Bergen community.
As evening approached, we strolled down to the harbour and into Bryggen, the historic wharf lined with colourful wooden houses that once belonged to Hanseatic merchants. At that time of the evening, the streets were buzzing softly with a series of vintage cars exhibition.
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| The Historic District of Bryggen as seen from the fjords |
It was a relaxed end to a long, beautiful day; from royal halls and painted ceilings to fjord air and waterfront charm. A perfect transition from Sweden’s history to Norway’s natural magic.
Day
4: A Journey Through the Fjords – Myrdal, Flåm, and the Sognefjord
No
trip to Norway would be complete without venturing into its fjords, and today
was the day we had long anticipated. We started early at Bergen Station,
to catch the Bergensbana train to Myrdal. The route itself felt
like a trailer of the whole movie; steep mountainsides, snow-covered meadows, winding
rivers, and clusters of red cottages dotting the valleys. The train climbed
higher and higher, and with every turn, the landscape seemed to expand into
something even more magnificent.
At
Myrdal, we transferred to the legendary Flåm Railway (Flåmsbana),
a masterpiece of engineering and art, for what is known as one of the most
beautiful train journeys in the world. As the train descended towards the
fjord, the scenery transformed dramatically: roaring waterfalls cascading down
sheer cliffs, deep valleys blanketed in wildflowers, and mist curling over the
mountain ridges. Almost midway, we stepped out to feel the spray of the Kjosfossen
waterfall. The thunderous roar of the waterfall and the cascading water was
accompanied by an ethereal performance – a hauntingly beautiful song by a
costumed “Huldra” – the mythical forest spirit, her voice echoing
through the mist and cliffs, turning the moment into pure Nordic magic.
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| Flamsbana - One of the most beautiful train rides in the world |
When
the train finally rolled into Flåm, we were greeted by a sight straight
out of a picture postcard. The village sat at the very edge of Aurlandsfjord,
cradled by steep mountains rising almost vertically from the water. Wooden
boats floated lazily by the pier, and the air had that crisp mix of pine and
sea salt.
After
chilling out in the sun and leisurely strolling through the village, we boarded
the Norled Sognefjord cruise, a sleek, modern vessel bound for Bergen
through Norway’s longest and deepest fjord. The journey lasted about five
hours, but time seemed to stand still once we began gliding through the still
waters.
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| Sognefjord - The king of fjords |
The
Sognefjord, also known as the King of the Fjords, looked like an
endless corridor of nature’s grandeur. Towering cliffs soared on both sides, some
over a thousand meters high, their peaks capped with snow even in summer.
Waterfalls cascaded down in silver ribbons, merging into the dark, glassy water
below. Occasionally, the boat passed tiny hamlets, clusters of red and white
houses perched on narrow strips of land.
At
one point, we drifted into the junction of Nærøyfjord, a UNESCO World
Heritage site renowned for its raw, untouched beauty. Here, the fjord narrowed
dramatically, the mountains closing in so tightly it felt like we were sailing
through a giant canyon of stone and mist.
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| The junction of Aurlandsfjord and Nærøyfjord |
As
we continued westward, the afternoon sunlight shifted, painting the water in
shades of blue and silver. We found ourselves standing out on deck, hair flying
in the wind, just watching. The sheer scale of the landscape made everything
else feel small. It was one of those rare experiences where words fall short.
Near
evening, as the boat approached Bergen, the fjord widened into coastal inlets,
dotted with lighthouses and fishing cottages. Returning to the city felt like
waking from a beautiful dream. We ended the day with strolling through the
quaint streets of Bryggen, still swaying gently from the rhythm of the
boat and the memory of those endless fjord walls stretching into the sky.
Day
5: Exploring Bergen – Between Mountains and Museums
After
the deep tranquillity of the fjords, we dedicated the next day to discovering Bergen
itself, a city where every turn seems to offer a new perspective of sky, water,
and mountain.
We
kicked off the morning with a ride on the Fløibanen Funicular, one of
Bergen’s most beloved attractions. We boarded the bright red car at the lower
station near Bryggen. The eight-minute ride to the upper station felt
like gliding through a dreamscape, ending in a moment of pure serenity at the
summit of Mount Fløyen.
At
the Fløyen viewpoint, the panorama was breathtaking; the entire city lay
spread out below, framed by green hills and blue fjords. To one side, the
shimmering waters of Vågen Harbour; to the other, the endless stretch of
forest that seemed to go on forever.
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| Bird's eye view of Bergen from Mount Fløyen |
After
soaking in the view, we wandered farther up the trails that crisscross the
mountaintop. It was hard to believe such wilderness existed just minutes from
the city centre; tranquil lakes, moss-covered boulders, and soft forest paths.
We stopped at Lake Skomakerdiket, a small mirror-like pond reflecting
the pine trees that surrounded it, and then wandered through Trollskogen
(Troll Park), where whimsical wooden trolls peeking out from behind trees,
delighting both children and adults.
Instead
of taking the funicular back down, we decided to hike down the mountain. The
descent followed a gently winding gravel trail that gradually opened up to
reveal ever-changing views of the city. Every few turns, we stopped just to
take it all in; red rooftops clustered near the water, church spires rising
through the trees, and ferries leaving silver waves behind them.
By
afternoon, we found ourselves strolling through Bryggen again. We
explored Håkon’s Hall, the grand medieval banquet hall built by King
Håkon IV, and the nearby Rosenkrantz Tower, a fortress that once guarded
the harbour. A short walk led us to St. Mary’s Church (Mariakirken), one
of Norway’s oldest stone churches, its Romanesque architecture quietly elegant
amidst the lively harbour.
We
ended the day at Festplassen, the city’s open-air plaza and cultural
heart. Nearby stood the Grieg Hall (Grieghallen), a striking concert
venue known for its modern architecture and world-class performances, and the KODE
Art Museums, showcasing works by Edvard Munch and other Scandinavian
masters. With all the fountains, gardens, and reflections on the nearby Lille
Lungegårdsvannet Lake, it offered a serene finale to a day steeped in
history and beauty.
Day
6: Bergen’s Coastal Charms – Osøyro and Sandviken
For
our final day in Norway, we ventured beyond the city to explore Bergen’s
suburbs and its tranquil coastal gems.
We
started the morning with a short bus ride down south to Osøyro, a serene
town nestled along the Bjørnafjorden. We followed the trail up to Lysefjell,
where the blue expanse of the fjord with its countless inlets, the Tysnes
Mountains rising in the south, and the Folgefonna Glacier faintly
visible on the distant horizon, all unfolded like tiny brushstrokes on a vast canvas.
In
the afternoon, we headed back toward Bergen and made a detour to Sandviken,
one of the city’s oldest and most picturesque districts. Among its charming
wooden houses stood the striking Sandvik Church (Sandvikskirken), a
beautiful neo-Gothic structure built of red brick in the late 19th century. From
there, a short walk led us to the Bergenhus Fortress, its medieval walls
standing proudly by the harbour, a reminder of Bergen’s long and storied past.
From
Fjords to Boulevards: Back to Sweden
Later
that afternoon, we boarded another short haul flight from Bergen to Gothenburg,
which offered another window show; endless fjords and snow-capped peaks slowly
giving way to Sweden’s softer landscapes; forests, lakes, and the scattered
islands of its western archipelago. By the time we reached Gothenburg city
centre and checked into our hotel, we felt both content and reflective, carrying
Norway’s wild beauty with us as we returned once more to the city life of Sweden.
Day
7: A Day in Gothenburg – Cozy Streets, Green Parks, and a Touch of History
Our
visit to Gothenburg felt like stepping into a city that balances small‑town
charm with a cosmopolitan vibe. From cobbled streets and hilltop fortresses to
vast green parks, every corner offered something special.
We
started our day in Haga, Gothenburg’s oldest and most vibrant district. Haga
Nygata, the main pedestrian street is full of wooden houses with lace‑curtained
windows, boutiques spilling over with handmade crafts, and antique shops tucked
into historic buildings. At the heart of the district stood Haga Kyrkan,
an elegant 19th century church whose soft brick façade and serene interior
offered a peaceful pause. Just outside the church garden, we caught a glimpse
of the famous Rainbow Snake, a colourful piece of public art, though the
main 320-meter sculpture lies hidden underground in the nearby metro station.
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| The Haga District |
From Haga, we set off on a short but steep walk up to Skansen Kronan, a 17th century hilltop fortress that once protected the city. The climb was totally worth it. At the top, the stone walls stood silent but proud, and the view over Gothenburg’s rooftops and the harbour beyond was breathtaking. We lingered there for a while, and then headed west towards Linneplatsen, a lively area where trams clattered past cafés and restaurants with outdoor seating.
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| Skansen Kronan |
From
Linneplatsen, it was just a short walk into the vast green expanse of Slottskogen
Park, a sprawling 137-hectare
park in central Gothenburg. It’s a local favourite for picnics and leisurely
walks; wide lawns, winding paths under tall trees, and everyone enjoying the
sunshine. Once we wandered into the Children’s Zoo, not only the little
ones, but the adults were delighted as well by the sight of penguins wobbling
by the water and sea lions basking in the sun.
Right
next door was the Botanical Garden, one of the largest in Europe and an
absolute must-see. The garden unfolded like a living tapestry: serene Japanese
glades, rock gardens bursting with alpine blooms, and greenhouses sheltering
orchids and exotic plants. We found a quiet bench, closed our eyes for a
moment, and just breathed in the scent of earth and fresh blossoms.
As
the day wound down, we made our way back toward the city centre to visit Domkyrkan,
Gothenburg’s grand cathedral. Its simple yet graceful interior offered a calm
space to sit and reflect. Our final stop was Järntorget, a lively square
that perfectly captured Gothenburg’s creative energy.
Day 8:
Back to Stockholm Through Scenic Rails
After
exploring Gothenburg, it was time to return to Stockholm. We boarded an SJ
train in the morning, settling by the window as the city slowly faded away.
The 5 hours journey through the Swedish countryside felt like a canvas in
motion; endless forests, meadows dotted with red barns, pristine lakes brushing
against a bright summer sky.
In
the late afternoon, we rolled into Sundbyberg, followed by a bus ride to
the hotel in Solna, the same place we had started our journey
days earlier. It felt almost like coming full circle; familiar streets, the same
welcoming lobby, and that feeling of returning “home” even while traveling.
This
day was more than just a transition; it was a quiet pause between adventures.
The evening ended just as it had begun in the first day, with a second reunion
at our friend’s place. The conversation picked up right where it had left off;
laughter, stories, and another round of delicious home-cooked Indian food.
After a week of exploration and discovery, it felt like coming home.
Day
9: Islands, Green Havens, and Grand Icons – Vaxholm, Djurgården, City Centre
& City Hall
The
morning began with a cheerful bus ride to Vaxholm, joined by our friends
eager to share one more Swedish adventure. Vaxholm, often called the
gateway to the Stockholm Archipelago, greeted us with its old-world coastal
charm. After some light outdoor activities along the harbour, we set out to
explore the historic town, with its pastel wooden houses, cozy cafés, and art
boutiques, and admired the Vaxholm Fortress (Vaxholms Kastell) across
the narrow channel, a sturdy 16th century stronghold that once guarded the
approach to Stockholm by sea.
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| Vaxholm Fortress |
By
noon time, we boarded a boat bound for Lidingö, gliding through the Stockholm
Archipelago, a maze of nearly 30,000 islands and islets scattered like
jewels over the Baltic. From Lidingö, another boat ride carried us to Djurgården,
Stockholm’s green oasis. The island unfolded in leafy tranquillity; wide paths,
blooming gardens, and glimpses of the archipelago through the trees. A walk
through its scenic trails led us to the Vasa Museum, home to the
magnificent 17th century warship that famously sank on its maiden voyage and
was miraculously recovered centuries later.
Next
came Skansen, the world’s oldest open-air museum, where traditional
Swedish houses, workshops, and farmsteads recreated centuries of rural life.
From there, a short stroll brought us to the ABBA Museum, a lively
celebration of Sweden’s most beloved pop icons, complete with music, costumes,
and the irresistible nostalgia.
Late
afternoon, we took another tram ride back to Stockholm’s historic city centre,
passing landmarks like the Royal Palace, the Parliament House
(Riksdagshuset), and the elegant Opera House, each glowing warmly
under the fading daylight.
The
perfect finale awaited at Stockholm City Hall (Stadshuset), one of the
city’s most striking landmarks. Its red-brick façade rose gracefully along the
waterfront, coronated by the golden Three Crowns. Inside, grand halls
such as the Blue Hall hosts the Nobel Banquet each December; and the Golden
Hall shimmers with mosaics made of over 18 million gold tiles depicting
Sweden’s history and mythology.
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| Stockholm City Hall |
Standing
in the courtyard as twilight deepened over Lake Mälaren, the reflection
of City Hall in the still water seemed to capture the essence of Stockholm
itself; elegant, enduring, and endlessly enchanting. It was the perfect note to
end our Scandinavian journey on.
Day
10: Homeward Bound
The early morning taxi ride to Arlanda Airport felt a bit symbolic, like tracing the journey in reverse, leaving behind cobbled streets and fjord trails as we headed back toward familiar skies. The return flight via Munich was uneventful. When the lights of Mumbai finally appeared below, it hit us how far we had come, not just in miles, but in moments. Ten days of travel, stories, and friendship, wrapped up into one unforgettable summer. The Nordic calm had already turned into nostalgia, but the feeling stayed; that quiet promise that one day, we will be back, “Schwarzenegger style”.














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