Published:
02:29 EST, 3 August 2016
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Updated:
04:46 EST, 3 August 2016
Sweden marked the first time I’d missed a flight.
But after a morning of dashing around, heart palpitations and panicked phone calls, a strange calmness hit me as I finally made it to Stockholm and railed through the lush countryside on a train.
As I made the 40-minute journey to the town of Katrineholm – in a carriage complete with Wi-Fi, plug sockets at every seat and slick Scandinavia… (View original article)