Hehe - nah, that book needs a re-write. I'm all for open borders, just like we have on the Internet, and could easily fill a couple of thousand pages with benefits there. Thickest chapter would be about wonderful Malmö, especially since that's where I met my darling wife back in the 70's..

Carry on - there's nothing more to see or hear here (he said, pretending to do a wild guitar riff while "Mamma Mia, here we go again" was leaking out from his earphones..)

Probably not a good idea for her to go out walking by herself late at night in Malmo these days though, would it? Especially in the Rosengard district. You know what I mean.

I understand what you are saying, but the media image of Rosengård as a bad place to live in is wrong. It's usually small groups of young "huligans" who cause some trouble now and then - often outsiders - but the majority of those who actually live there are very nice people.

We've had friends and relatives living there for 20-30 years and once actually lived in a similar, nearby area without without any problem. Like it is with everything in life - if one makes it a problem, it becomes a problem, else it's no big deal.

It's far more dangerous to go for a nightly walk here on the countryside these days, because the population of wild pigs has exploded the last couple of years, and you don't want to run into a heard of those beasts, at any time..

Those wild pigs may yet be the saviours of Sweden.

I noted in earlier posts that there was some debate as to whether we were on a bus or a coach.

'Coach' has connotations of luxury and designated toilet provisions, whereas 'bus' can mean anything from almost but not quite being a 'coach' , to late night cattle truck creakingly overloaded with drunks and druggies, paddling in their own bodily fluids, there being no designated on board toilet provisions.

For the purposes of me remaining on board it's a 'coach' not to be confused with any form of tactical sports guru, taskmaster or depraved sadist who sees the pain barrier as a nuisance rather than being perhaps maybe a sign that it is really time for everyone to shower and go home.

I am definitely down for the luxury coach.

Right, we need our comfort (Southern)