Gangsters, guns and women All of which you would never expect to find in Sweden… apart from women obviously, although these were no ordinary women.

It all happened last October when James and I went over to Stockholm for a quiet few days, but ended up having the most eventful time you can imagine!

The first night we spent hours looking for our hotel/hostel which was meant to be in Solna but was more like Ulriksdal. So after getting off the train at Solna and walking around cluelessly for hours someone helped us and told us which bus to get there… We saw a few signposts to our Hostel so we started to follow them up through the woods before arrive at a 60s style holiday camp!

The next night we went out and managed to get a little bit too drunk, James went home early and back at the hotel where he started talking to someone who he thought was security.

Like hell it was.

This man started offering him women for 200 Euro.. after he declined the bloke asked if he could drive to which he replied… ‘yeah but I’m too drunk’

The ‘pimp’ thought otherwise and pulled his jacket back to reveal he was ‘packing heat’.

My friend obviously shit himself, got in the car and started it up, but he then said he couldn’t as he would kill both of them because he was too drunk etc… he took my friends number and let him go…

When my friend told me the next day I thought he was joking until our last night.
Walking through the woods to the train this pimped out BMW screeched up beside us and its the Israeli pimp and his massive tattooed Mafia friend…

’I called you, why haven’t you answered your phone… get in the car’ they said in a very short tone

After shitting ourselves we managed to lie about the number again and our room number and get away…
We finally made it into Stockholm, after all this excitement all we wanted was a quick strong drink or 2.

We decided to explore Slussen and Soder, after walking around for a while we saw a small ‘hip’ looking bar called Violet.

As we were ordering our beers a guy started chatting to us at the bar, we thought he was just being socialble – even when he touched my arm (although this made me raise an eyebrow).

When we ordered our next drinks the barman gave us a free beer each… that was nice of him I thought…I sat there thinking to myself… this bar was a really cool place, nicely decorated and good music – I like it…

At this point my friend turned to me and said ‘look at the walls’ I thought,,, yeah they’re purple and quite funky…

Then he said ‘no, no – look at the name of the bar’ – Violet, again quite funky and modern, matches the walls kinda…

Getting quite short with me by now he said ‘look at all the couples’…

I did, then it finally sunk in – we were in a gay bar!

To just confirm our thoughts we leant over to the table next to us full of beautiful woman and asked bluntly ‘is this a gay bar’?

‘yes, of course’ was the reply we recieved!

My 1st and last experience of a gay bar I must say!

What a weekend in Stockholm!