Review of Gröna Lund – by Katarina D.
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No.
Queue, stress, screams, boring rides. When I was 11 years old plus minus, so was the green Nirvana. Now It's hell.
You know that person who stands firmly on his legs, his feet gummed in the ground, the person holding all of the jackets and bags while everyone else is going around all the attractions. Well that person is me. Over The years I have also become a fucking coward, only I happen to get a 1 millimeter inclination in any direction so I get nauseous.
Otherwise, all games are hard and hysterical.
I do not want to go into the Food.
Concerts, you say. Asså, if there was a good working system so sure, why not. Otherwise, it is outrageous hysteria for absolutely nothing.
And Yes, I've been to a couple of fairgrounds around the world (Okey then, type 4) but there was always something interesting for the cowardly-markfasta individuals (it ´ 's not a choice)