I am writing this back in my old hotel room in Dundee.
We had a fantastic holiday, the diet was left locked up in a cupboard at home; I had to trick it in there and then slammed the door!
Much beer and fine food was consumed and much shopping was done. The restaurants were of there usual high standard and we also partook of some fast food at the ice hockey. Actually, the burger bar at the rink was Hesburger,a chain we thought had disappeared,as last time we were there all the Hesbugers were gone and replaced by Carrol's. This year there was no sign of Carrol's and there were loads of Hesburgers. Maybe they were brought back by popular demand.
We enjoyed the ice hockey, our seats were right in the front row on the side near the home end goal. This gave an excellent view of the action. If you have never been to an ice hockey game go! It's fantastically quick and exciting to watch. This time we went to two games and it was well worth it.
We did also eat in some very good restaurants, one of which had it's own specially brewed beer, flavoured with spruce. It was brilliant but alas only available at the restaurant, as they have no bottling facility.
On our way home from that particular restaurant, we walked through the Esplanadi park. This is situated between the north and south Esplanadi roads which run down to the main harbour. It is especially beautiful on a winter's night due to all the snow and the lights in the trees. It was here that Michelle carried out a middle aged bit of hooliganism and spelt out 'PLAY UP POMPEY' by walking in the pristine snow whilst I filmed it! We went back the following day to the scene of the crime and took photos. It'll probably stay until the next snowfall or when it all melts.
Unfortunately our time there went altogether too quickly. We did, however, bring back some wonderful souvenirs; namely Fazer chocolate, Salmiaki and Koskenkorva. There were one or two presents for other people and this meant that for the first time ever we were 5 kilos over our allowance, this despite not bringing back as much as previous trips and our little case weighing device saying we were ok.
I am now back in Dundee, tidying things up before the next stage starts. I hope I can get home by the weekend, or at latest by Monday as I would like to go to the home game against Ipswich. This could well be our last, if the tax man gets his way. Fingers crossed a new owner appears before then.
If not I suppose I'll just have to follow ice hockey instead.
