This afternoon Ingrid and I flew up to Hemavan for a three-day skiing trip.

Well, flying was the plan. But our flight stopped in Vilhelmina. We were informed that it was too windy to land in Hemavan and put on a bus, for a three-hour ride up to Hemavan. (I wonder how the bus driver kept awake: the drive was incredibly monotonous.) Instead of reaching our hotel just after at 9 in the evening, we got there at midnight. Dumped our things in a corner and went straight to bed.