The world championships in Russia, April 30

After about one hour of flight we landed in Petersburg at Pulkovo airport. The bus that can be seen in the background was the one that we had access to during the first three days and it was amongst the worst that any of us had ever seen.

What the hell, one has to be in good spirit att all time! Gabbe and Tina on the bus excitingly looking forward to see the hotel.

Aaaall-right... Is this the hotel that we are supposed to live in? Not really what we had been told before we left Sweden.
We don´t exagurate if we say that this was the worst, dirtiest, most disgusting to hotel camouflaged public toilet that we had visited - EVER!
Here we are in the corridor at "Hotel" Samson that was located a long distance outside central Petersburg and not even the taxi drivers would drive us to this place during the nights.

Jorgen thought that the best thing to do was just to fall asleep from the misery and hope that it would be better when he woke up. We understand him.
Johnny is burying his face in his hands. He is everythig but pleased with the standard, the room, the cockrouages, everything!

Gabbe is very skeptic to Samson. What the hell is this?
This was our lovely showerroom. The cockrouages were happy to see you when standing there in humiliation in the cold water. This place cannot have been cleaned since the Bresnjev-era!

This is the toilet that we were supposed to use. Maybe it´s possible to understand that we preffered the ones on the different restaurants in town.
Here´s the sinks that we washed ourselves in. Quite amazing actuallly is that we got used to these pretty fast and actually used them efter just a few days.

This was the so called "dining room". It was just as disgusting as the rest of the hotel and we ironically called it "The crystal-room".

Just outside Samson there was also a big hole that went 12 feet down in the ground and there were no signs whatsoever that it was there. It was not nice at all when we got home and were dead drunk we can tell you. Kire is demonstrating what can happen.

Okie, no meaning to stay at this shack so we decided to go into town instead. Here have we just bought some alcohol to try to get over the first impression of Russia.

We got off the bus at what was to become "our" place during our stay in Russia. A restaurang named Afrodite and it was located in central Petersburg. It had very good standard and with food that was just as good as the things one are used to from home.

While the rest of us were eating, Fredner socialised with the locals.

After having been at Afrodite we all went out to the "swedish" arena or maybe one should say, the arena where Sweden was to play. Here is the whole group:
Back row: Fredner, Perra, Dennis, Johnny, Lilleman, Gabbe, Kire and Igor
Middle row: Snibben (Ingvar Carlsson), Igors wife, Snibban and Arne.
In front: Bergman (in telephone)

	After about one hour of flight we landed in Petersburg at Pulkovo airport. The bus that can be seen in the background was the one that we had access to during the first three days and it was amongst the worst that any of us had ever seen.
	What the hell, one has to be in good spirit att all time! Gabbe and Tina on the bus excitingly looking forward to see the hotel.
	Aaaall-right... Is this the hotel that we are supposed to live in? Not really what we had been told before we left Sweden. We don´t exagurate if we say that this was the worst, dirtiest, most disgusting to hotel camouflaged public toilet that we had visited - EVER! Here we are in the corridor at "Hotel" Samson that was located a long distance outside central Petersburg and not even the taxi drivers would drive us to this place during the nights.
Jorgen thought that the best thing to do was just to fall asleep from the misery and hope that it would be better when he woke up. We understand him.	Johnny is burying his face in his hands. He is everythig but pleased with the standard, the room, the cockrouages, everything!
Gabbe is very skeptic to Samson. What the hell is this?	This was our lovely showerroom. The cockrouages were happy to see you when standing there in humiliation in the cold water. This place cannot have been cleaned since the Bresnjev-era!
This is the toilet that we were supposed to use. Maybe it´s possible to understand that we preffered the ones on the different restaurants in town.	Here´s the sinks that we washed ourselves in. Quite amazing actuallly is that we got used to these pretty fast and actually used them efter just a few days.
	This was the so called "dining room". It was just as disgusting as the rest of the hotel and we ironically called it "The crystal-room".
	Just outside Samson there was also a big hole that went 12 feet down in the ground and there were no signs whatsoever that it was there. It was not nice at all when we got home and were dead drunk we can tell you. Kire is demonstrating what can happen.
	Okie, no meaning to stay at this shack so we decided to go into town instead. Here have we just bought some alcohol to try to get over the first impression of Russia.
	We got off the bus at what was to become "our" place during our stay in Russia. A restaurang named Afrodite and it was located in central Petersburg. It had very good standard and with food that was just as good as the things one are used to from home.
	While the rest of us were eating, Fredner socialised with the locals.
	After having been at Afrodite we all went out to the "swedish" arena or maybe one should say, the arena where Sweden was to play. Here is the whole group: Back row: Fredner, Perra, Dennis, Johnny, Lilleman, Gabbe, Kire and Igor Middle row: Snibben (Ingvar Carlsson), Igors wife, Snibban and Arne. In front: Bergman (in telephone)