Glad Påsk, Göteborg
Update: hah, read this,
"Bloggers and internet pundits are exerting a 'disproportionately large influence' on society... they are increasingly dominating public conversations and creating business trends."
Suspected as much...
For the Easter weekend I with a gal from Svenska class took the train (all flights full) down to Göteborg, aka Gothenberg, aka Sweden's second biggest city, aka home of an authentic dug-up Viking boat in a museum which confirmed all my assumptions about Viking culture (most of their myths and sagas centre on drinking large quantities and then burning stuff).
The train trip was twelve hours, and I had a bunk aka liggplats to sleep on. Lying on my back feeling the weaving turns and rattle of the wheels on tracks I had a strange sensation that I am making significant forward progress just lying here doing nothing. I found that feeling very appealing, and am now in favour of more train travel in the future... maybe from Spain to Austria?
Göteborg is a very nice city, weather was warm and sunny (warm means +8 or 9). Here is a photo:
We took a ferry out to the archipelago, and had a look around one of the little fishing village islands there,
where everyone rides around on little tricycle mopeds, dog or wife or kids on a little platform on the front:
Back in Göteborg, the museum of world culture is very interesting and I learned many things, for instance: there is a club in Nairobi called "ZanziBar". Here's some friendly fellas from Venezuela:
This is Sweden 100%, graffiti on a tree saying "think of the homeless".
Oddly enough, they have an aquarium with a single lonely solitary Grey Nurse (and a few black-tip reefs) I was just itching to jump in and play with him... I bet he'd have no qualms about wearing a viking helmet!
"Bloggers and internet pundits are exerting a 'disproportionately large influence' on society... they are increasingly dominating public conversations and creating business trends."
Suspected as much...
For the Easter weekend I with a gal from Svenska class took the train (all flights full) down to Göteborg, aka Gothenberg, aka Sweden's second biggest city, aka home of an authentic dug-up Viking boat in a museum which confirmed all my assumptions about Viking culture (most of their myths and sagas centre on drinking large quantities and then burning stuff).
The train trip was twelve hours, and I had a bunk aka liggplats to sleep on. Lying on my back feeling the weaving turns and rattle of the wheels on tracks I had a strange sensation that I am making significant forward progress just lying here doing nothing. I found that feeling very appealing, and am now in favour of more train travel in the future... maybe from Spain to Austria?
Göteborg is a very nice city, weather was warm and sunny (warm means +8 or 9). Here is a photo:
We took a ferry out to the archipelago, and had a look around one of the little fishing village islands there,
where everyone rides around on little tricycle mopeds, dog or wife or kids on a little platform on the front:
Back in Göteborg, the museum of world culture is very interesting and I learned many things, for instance: there is a club in Nairobi called "ZanziBar". Here's some friendly fellas from Venezuela:
This is Sweden 100%, graffiti on a tree saying "think of the homeless".
Oddly enough, they have an aquarium with a single lonely solitary Grey Nurse (and a few black-tip reefs) I was just itching to jump in and play with him... I bet he'd have no qualms about wearing a viking helmet!
posted by I-Rock at 10:47 AM
4 Comments:
oooh.
Indeed!
in other news, I just found out I made it onto another ski trip, which I was on the waiting list for, waaaay the fuck up north. See here.
The sun will be up from 4am until 10pm. Dang!
didn't you get that same strange sensation when you sat there doing nothing when mandy and i drove you to albury?!? or was that just from sitting next to fro?
Oh but that was a rollicking singalong adventure, with games, McDonalds cookies, iPod playlist disputes, admiring the back of Mandy's neck (a la Brad), and all sorts of general non-specific backseat banditry.
What I mean is the feeling of lying flat on my back on something passably equivalent to a bed, head on a pillow, blankets and all, while the bed itself flies forward over the landscape... like a fairy tale!
p.s. the doctors said its normal for me to feel a tingling when I sit next to fro.
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