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Update: Mikey has put some pics up on his bloggy-type thing including this one of a corker of a Swede who was dressed up in traditional clothing, thus providing a convenient excuse for a pervy tourist to snap a pic.
I call her "The White Visitation"
I'm back home in Umeå, relaxed.
Just spent an awesome day and a half in Stockholm with Mikey. I arrived there after about 15 hours of travelling, of which perhaps two hours were spent not so much sleeping but let's say in a state of intermittent consciousness. When I checked into the hostel it was about 8am Korean time, and about 11pm Swedish time.
Miraculously, Mikey rocked up about 10 minutes after me (we hadn't really planned anything, all I knew about his arrival was the date) and we set out in search of a bar. As ever, the best cure for jetlag is to fight drowsiness with drunkenness. Both of us were quite buggered from travelling, though, and we only managed a few "teasers" as mikey calls them before we had to hit the hay, and check in for some solid sleepytime before the day ahead. Worked out well, because we slept through until about 10am, and voila, I'm back on Swedish time.
I'd like to express my thanks at this point to Canon Australia for paying for an hour and a half phone conversation from oz to sweden after we got up. We had a good chat with Paul, and some others camera-biz folks who I know to degrees varying from not-at-all to vaguely. (For those who don't know him, Mikey previously worked with Paul in the camera biz)
After wrapping that up and grabbing a feed, we felt some obligation to do some "real" sightseeing, aside from the more human-oriented sightseeing we couldn't avoid. So we visited the royal palace, which was a bit shit as half of it was closed that day, but I did pick out a good future wife, Princess Madeleine of Sweden:
Now that's what princesses are supposed to look like.
Of course, by mid afternoon it was time to hit the cans, so from then until about 2:30am we wandered all over the city, hopping from bar to bar to club to maccas to bar to club, tried some 10% "christmas beer", chatted to a few people but mostly just stared slackjawed at the continual stream of gorgeous blondes, and to add contrast the occaisional gorgeous brunette, who passed in front of our eyes, which, having popped from their sockets long before, were no longer under our control.
We all know that there are stereotypes about certain countries. In my experience, most of them are 100% true. The "Sweden is full of beautiful blondes" stereotype is 8 million percent true.
What can I say? No disrespect to the great nation of South Korea, I had a smashing time there, but it's good to be home!
I call her "The White Visitation"
I'm back home in Umeå, relaxed.
Just spent an awesome day and a half in Stockholm with Mikey. I arrived there after about 15 hours of travelling, of which perhaps two hours were spent not so much sleeping but let's say in a state of intermittent consciousness. When I checked into the hostel it was about 8am Korean time, and about 11pm Swedish time.
Miraculously, Mikey rocked up about 10 minutes after me (we hadn't really planned anything, all I knew about his arrival was the date) and we set out in search of a bar. As ever, the best cure for jetlag is to fight drowsiness with drunkenness. Both of us were quite buggered from travelling, though, and we only managed a few "teasers" as mikey calls them before we had to hit the hay, and check in for some solid sleepytime before the day ahead. Worked out well, because we slept through until about 10am, and voila, I'm back on Swedish time.
I'd like to express my thanks at this point to Canon Australia for paying for an hour and a half phone conversation from oz to sweden after we got up. We had a good chat with Paul, and some others camera-biz folks who I know to degrees varying from not-at-all to vaguely. (For those who don't know him, Mikey previously worked with Paul in the camera biz)
After wrapping that up and grabbing a feed, we felt some obligation to do some "real" sightseeing, aside from the more human-oriented sightseeing we couldn't avoid. So we visited the royal palace, which was a bit shit as half of it was closed that day, but I did pick out a good future wife, Princess Madeleine of Sweden:
Now that's what princesses are supposed to look like.
Of course, by mid afternoon it was time to hit the cans, so from then until about 2:30am we wandered all over the city, hopping from bar to bar to club to maccas to bar to club, tried some 10% "christmas beer", chatted to a few people but mostly just stared slackjawed at the continual stream of gorgeous blondes, and to add contrast the occaisional gorgeous brunette, who passed in front of our eyes, which, having popped from their sockets long before, were no longer under our control.
We all know that there are stereotypes about certain countries. In my experience, most of them are 100% true. The "Sweden is full of beautiful blondes" stereotype is 8 million percent true.
What can I say? No disrespect to the great nation of South Korea, I had a smashing time there, but it's good to be home!
posted by I-Rock at 5:22 PM
7 Comments:
Hooray - down with wriggling squid, up with hot chicks!
That's my motto anyway.
With a motto like that, you'll soon be president!
President of what, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps some chick-starved nation suffering under the rule of a giant tentacle. Which pretty much describes most nations of the world in these dark times.
Noice!!!!
I like the blurring guy in the background perving.
He became one of Sweden's many victims of perve-wiplash
wow.
check that off as a place not go to maintain fragile self confidence.
I-rock, in a rare and unusual event I have updated my blog with a pic of an Aussie to rival your Swede.
Okay, so, she may be my gf but that's beside the point.
Period costume has never really done it for me.
Also, re your Squidocracy futureworld, has anyone ever told you you are an EXACT combination of Fry and Professor from Futurama?
I'll take that as a complement, I think...
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