"Did what on purpose?"
"The third and fourth hotels you've picked"
"Remind me," I smirked, but I knew what was coming.
"Albert Kok hotel in Trollhättan?"
"Ah yes, but it means kitchen in Swedish. I have it on good authority that Albert's kok is highly recommended. It's a show kok: you can see it from the lobby. People come from miles around to sample Albert's kok"
"Do they really?"
"Indeed they do."
"What about this next one, in Ängelholm?"
"Ah yes, that's my favourite"
"I can see why. The Klitterhus!"
"Lovely spot, the Klitterhus. Difficult to find but certainly worth the effort."
"Does it have a translation?"
" 'Hus' is a house and 'klitter' is a dune. So it's the house on the dunes."
"So we've got to get from Albert's kok to the klitterhus?"
"Yes, but I'll navigate. You'll struggle on your own and I know what you men are like, you won't ask for directions."
|We found the Klitterhus!|