And greetings from Finland – my homeland. This one is going to be the short but sweet story of our most recent road trip and spoiler alert: we made it in one piece.
But oh boy was it a journey!
And not the first time we grunted it either – James has driven us to Finland once before. That time, almost two years ago now, we took the longer route via Berlin, Olsztyn in Poland and the Baltic Countries, arriving in Helsinki two weeks before getting married near my old hometown on the New Year’s Eve. That one set up a pretty high standard for all road trips to come!
The Scandinavian way is notably shorter, however, and as we are travelling with our dog Rusty, opting for the easier distance was a no-brainer. He has never been to Finland before and we really wanted to take our little man on a holiday with us, even if it meant a gruelling drive across Europe.
I do not drive at all so it was up to James to get us to Finland safely. Easier said than done, really, especially as he had broken his leg rather badly just seven weeks ago. My dearest hubby did a smashing job though, sorting us out with an automatic vehicle, an ancient S-class Mercedes that turned out to be a fantastically comfortable ride despite of some operational issues, and by buying the pupper a sturdy travel harness. Our Rusty is the most placid dog to ever travel in a car and would hardly need a harness to strap him down, but as they say… safety first!
We took short brakes by the motorway to get some sleep and a spot of fodder here and there preferring to get to Finland as fast as possible. In just a short weekend James had driven over two thousand kilometres and we arrived to the ferry port of Stockholm with time to spare. Rusty had loved nothing more than snuggling up between us every night, even stealing my seat completely at one point, but I and James were pretty keen on getting some z’s on the proper beds on the boat. Unfortunately, it was not going to be all smooth sailing…
When we arrived in out cabin on the boat taking us from Stockholm to Turku overnight, James’ leg was not looking good at all. The on-board medics recommended an urgent visit to the nearest emergency room as soon as the ship had docked in the morning as he was clearly in a need of urgent care. Although they let us drove our car out of the ferry ourselves, things were starting to feel pretty hairy. To sum it all up, we were both scared the long drive had put James’ recovery in serious jeopardy.
Fortunately, there is a happy ending – the medical personnel in Turku hospital was fantastic in diagnosing and treating my most precious guy, and able to send us on our way within four hours from arrival.
And this is where the first part of our road trip ends, in Forssa, at the breakfast table of my Mother who was anxious to receive us and had cooked for an army as usual. Rusty is over the moon to be in Finland too, he loves his forests and lakes and there are plenty of both here. Where he is enjoying running around like a headless chicken, surrounded by wilderness and its new smells, James and I are looking forward to a gentle, relaxing holiday – preferably without any further complications!
James always says Finland is like real life Center Parcs: everybody lives in a little wooden cottage in the forest and drinks are dirt expensive. As a Finn, I can concur. We have this whole theme park of a country to explore and I can’t wait to get started!
Until next time, au revoir!