There were more disco laser lights and more strange Finnish rules. The kids had the gutter rails up to increase the entertainment level. The adults were told that their balls would damage the rails, so they were not allowed to play. For the first time in a bowling alley, I witnessed the use of the new foul line technology. As the seven year olds began to celebrate their maiden strikes, the screen showed a grumpy cartoon character explaining that that the child had stepped over the line and that as a result, his strike would be annulled and be scored a big fat zero.
The bus trip home was a tired and sorrowful affair. We had enjoyed our weekend in Finland. We had endured our hotel, which seemed to be almost soley catering to the over 75 year old age group. The piano accordian trio was cute during the evening buffet but when they returned to give a three hour breakfast encore, the enjoyment had waned. The buffet was itself was meat heavy, the drinks were served from a trolley, 1982 style and the dessert was something called 'bread cheese'.
The coach stopped for the traditional stock up of cheap beer and cigarettes, before the long trek back over the border.
Finland was exactly how we would expect it to be, clean, ingenious and slightly odd. Thanks for having us. See you in the winter!
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