Tuesday 6 July 2010

Sverige

I got sent to Sweden at the last second late last week so I'm now sitting in a traditional Swedish steakhouse called Texas Longhorn eating fajitas. The local food is really unique.

I don't know where they've taken all those nice artistic photos of Stockholm -- all I've seen are factories and super highways. Added to that I've seen an actual street fight between a gang of drunks and been briefly followed by a crazy old man who was laughing to himself. Awesome.

The best bit is that I get to come back next week. Can't wait! I don't think I'll be starting Ian and Natalie's Scandanavian adventures any time soon. This is the problem with living in the most amazing part of the world... Everywhere else, to put it in formal literary terms, is totally pants.

I miss my wife, my dogs, my lake, and my mountains!

I should start a travel book telling people what places are really like. Stockholm is easy. Stockholm is a city filled with buildings and people and cars. There's also some water. All the buildings looks pretty much the same as in every other city you've ever seen except very slightly different but only if you look carefully.




All the people look Scandanavian and speak Swedish unless you speak to them in English when universally they all magically switch to English too making me wonder why they bother having their own language. Either they are all naturally blonde or someone has put a lot of peroxide in the water.

The water is pretty too but there isn't enough to wash the city away which is my recommendation for all cities and also why I live at 1000m. I'm staying at a lovely hotel (the Clarion) where the TV and Wifi don't work, the room is so small I can be on both sides of it at the same time, and where the breakfast water (referred to locally as 'juice') emphasizes colour over taste. I'm havingva great time.