Revealing Hoegarden
Stockholm every time begs me to rush along the district to its palaces, squares, parks and reservoirs. But this time I overcame my craving for everything living and primeval and attacked the buildings of the museum fund and the entertainment beau monde of the Swedish capital. Until then, I had gotten Stockholm for free, as no one charges fees for street photography on the streets. This time I decided to part with a couple of hundred crowns in order to leave my prints, as well as, if possible, art painting with a marker on the wall in the spirit of “Vova was here! »
The objects for drawing up the roots of the spiritual heritage of the ancestors of the good-natured Vikings were the museum of one ship "Vasa" and the television tower of the Stockholm television, offering the best views of Stockholm from a height of radio wave flight.
Blood seethed, sweat stood out, and my feet carried me along beaten paths to the central headings of the local lagoon.
A solid bridge was thrown across this lagoon, decorated with divine creatures and heavy cobblestones. And there, rounding the already familiar building of the Northern Museum, I was already holding out the money to the unemotionally tuned controller. Not only did she not smile, she also accepted honestly earned euros from me at the rate of a round-the-clock exchanger at our bus station. Although the Swedes have a more difficult exchange everywhere. It is a common practice to exchange money in clubbing, since for each operation you need to pay a commission of 4 euros, regardless of the amount. Therefore, I don’t hold any particular evil against this lady.
The museum began with double doors that keep the desired humidity and temperature inside, favorable for the ship itself. The ship, of course, was impressive. This not real, built almost 400 years ago, stands in front of you in pretty good shape.
The history of this sailboat is rather sad and short.
The steamer, having swallowed the first gust of wind, was attacked by the second, which tilted it so that it began to draw water through the open holes for the cannons. Pretty quickly drinking water, the ship went to the bottom, burying about 50 people on board. But the restless self-taught researcher Anders Franzen, took up the rise of this giant and its conservation.
Many are surprised at the pride of the Swedes in a ship that sank due to miscalculations with stability in a matter of minutes. But it seems to me that pride here is not for the 3-masted ship itself, but for the titanic work that turned the skeleton of the ship with partially lost ornaments into this handsome man who willingly posed for my photos.
The tourist expanse includes 7 floors, from each level of which you can see the ship itself, as well as various exhibits and facts related to it.
There is even a restaurant for those who like to “eat to the accompaniment” in the spirit of the anniversaries of the majors, when “we eat, and here you show us something ... ”
The museum itself is built interestingly and you want to go around and see everything. I especially liked 2 miniatures of sizes 4 meters in length. One of the whole sailboat, and the other of all its decks in a section, where all the attributes of life are stuck together and the little sailors themselves at work.
In fact, the museum is really interesting and the work done by its team is impressive.
You can download the audio guide here www. vasamuseet. se/sv/Sprak/10/Audioguide so you don't wander aimlessly around the museum. On this site, by the way, all the information about the cost, time of work and other details is eaten.
Leaving the museum, I decided not to once again wander through the central streets, but to comb the territory of the island of Hoogarden (although the Swedes for some reason call it Dugarden), which in the end, in a roundabout way, would lead me to the steamer through the television tower.
For those who will not be in such a hurry like me and who will get to travel in full force, I recommend paying attention to the house of the Junibacken fairy tale. Here you will be plunged headlong into the world of books by Astrid Lingred. Here you have Carlson, and Pippi with stockings, and Emil from Leniberg, and even there was a place for Mumiy Troll. Basically, it should be fun. When the ships return with the whole family, I will not even listen to the persuasion of such unfortunate travelers like me, but I will go 100 percent.
Here is a link to the site, where the Russian language can be found www. junibacken. se.
On the way, I intended to see another one of the monuments to the old world, Skansen Park-City-Zoo. I read a lot about him, but I had no idea what he really was. This is a territory with a small village, which is an old town with all its workshops, restaurants and offices of the distant 1891.
Of course, I have no idea how all the objects listed on the map fit even in such a large space. In addition, some of the workshops work on schedule, so you can see the imitation of the work of carpenters, glassblowers and other artisans of the 19th century. The posters also said that a wildlife sanctuary was located on the territory. I think they walk right along the streets there, so you need to go and track them down. According to reviews, visitors recommend spending at least half a day here, as you won’t get off with two hours here.
Much more than I will tell about Skansen here www. skansen. se/en.
So, having licked at Skansen, I began to move along paths and paved paths to the 2nd goal of my route. The television tower was 31 stories high. There, it is not difficult to guess, there was a restaurant (where could it be without it) and 2 viewing platforms.
One of them is summer, surrounded by a fine mesh, so that tourists from Tula do not throw beer bottles and banana skins at passers-by. The only negative of this whole show was the presence of a sun-protection film on the windows, which, like on Zhiguli, tinted according to Soviet technology, began to change color. So the photos turned out with shades of emotions and soft highlights.
Enjoying the feeling of height and covering every nook and cranny of this glorious city with my eyes, I confidently descended from heaven to earth in an elevator. Well, then with a 15-minute forced march through the forest belt, I reached the port. Interestingly, the forest is riddled with paths that are illuminated by lanterns (! ), so that poor Swedes, who have been afraid of the dark since childhood, could find that very third in three pines.
