Je suis fromage.

I dont know how honest to be about my time in Paris. I have french friends (whom which i love dearly) that might get a bit shitty. So guys if you're reading: realize that i do / did love France.



Now that the disclaimer is out of the way.. I move on the Paris trip. After leaving my iPod on my vueling flight from Barcelona (with my tapas waving me a tearful goodbye at the airport) I entered Paris airport feeling a bit grumpy and frustrated. I dealt with a few impatient natives that were very unco-operative with getting my iPod back. So its gone. Some kid probably found it or and airhostest from the seat pocket. Bitches.



So then I fell asleep in front of the Sacre Cour in the sun, and woke all sweaty, by myself, and had about 10 cigarettes in a row and just took the place in. I figured I should chill. Surprisingly at this point I wasnt THAT exhausted, when I really should have been. Met up with Katie and Margie that night, managed to catch them on FB and find out where they were stayin. Walkable distance. Hot Portuguese roommate in hostel too. Yums.

So Margie, Katie and I got a bit tispy of some Leffe and then head to an over priced Pizza place, with a guy playing piano next to us. tad cheesy but fun. Then Katie was drunk and thought she was an owl.



Next night met up with Alice!! My awsome French pal from Jonkoping. She was in a rush after work though and was a tad late, whatevs, but she balanced out all the shitty Frenchies that served us in shops etc. So it was well worth it. She took us to a place called, no joke.. "Le Smile", where we did heaps of strange blue shots and hung out with tres chic Frenchies.

Alice then scooted off, and me and K and M said our farewells too as I left for Rotterdam the next morning by train! Oh just wait for that post. Ill do it asap.

Amigos!

I love Barcelona. The only thing I love more is Alex, Esti, Itzel and Miniitzel (Ferdinanda)

Ah. So after a semi airport hiccup with the old school portugese airline TAP, with the smallest plane in the world and gorgeuos old style air-hostess outfits, I see Alex's smiling face. Instantly mine lights up as well.



Cute, i'nt-he? He took my stuff, like some kind of hotel owner and we drove to his place to dump my stuff off. In the car we couldnt stop being excited and talking about all the other Jonkopingers hes'd accomodated like Phil (Boston) and some others. He gave me the low down about the area. We were staying in Casteldefels, a suburb 25 to 30 mins out of Barcelona city center, but with a stunning beach (with free WiFi) and cool (not-so-tourist-orientated) cafes and shops. It felt really nice and local.



That night Alex took me to an amazing fountain sound and light show thingy, to Spanish disney music, and then to a free music festival in town where we saw one of his (and now mine) favourite bands, Vetusta Morla, play. A song came on. it sounded really beautiful (as I love spanish indie pop, obviously, dur), and Alex gives me a cheeky smile. You see id just been telling him about Per in CPH, so Alex informed me the songs title was 'Copenhage', which is Copenhagen in Spanish.



After that emotional song, we head back home on various fun types of public transport and then dodged the tranny prositutes in Alex's car, down a notorious street near his uni (we which had been visiting to use internet).



These huge, squirmy fish could be seen right in the city, in the ocean.



The next day we went for a whole city tour. Man i was so tired of walking. I bought some really nice Catalan shoes, which have woven bottoms and there is no left or right. ahah. then me and Alex matched.



Of course this tour involved lots of Gaudi masterpeices. Mmm i was in awe.



The next day, After making some yummy Fidua (which is like pallela but with noodles), the girls arrived! My favourite skeppsicans! Esti, itzel, and Miniitzel screamed whe they saw us at the bus stop from Girona airport. Those babes. We took them home for a feed after walking round to try and find an open bar on a monday night, we found one that was shutting, so we just hung out with pakistanis that sell you beer for 1 euro next to the big cat. yeah.



Next day had a big hike (not really) up to 'Park Guell' and and great view of Barcelona. We also stopped in this awsome tapasy place that was really local and the food was fantatsic. Octopus wa great but so was the Ox tail. :) It was awsome just to be with my old friends from Sweden



That night had a crazy one. Alex invited all of his closest friends over for a big dinner and party afterwards. You see it was the night of the Sant Joan festival! So peopl of all ages were spraying the streets with loud and dangerous sounding explosives and fireworks, which were very cheap. They all came with food and we just provided the sangria (which you can get for like 60 euro cents from the supermarket)



Then we all went out to this place called Miami or Hollywood or some shit, but it was realy good. Me and the girls went and hung out on the beach for a bit. But i knew i had to fly out at 6:00 am that morning so i was in a weird head space. but they all looked after me soo well. Alex's mum even did my laundry at one stage, and the girls and alex came to see me off at the airport. Next stop Paris but Barcelona wont leave me for a while.

Obrigado, Oporto

Porto.





This is the small tale of a group of strangers brought together by Super Bock (Portuguese Beer), a poetic hostel, and salsa dancing.

I begin my adventure after a rough night sleep in London Stansted airport (hells waiting room) feeling like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, but hotter. I arrive, finally, at Porto airport in the morning. Its modern vibe impressed me, the heat made me smile instantly. Sweden had me appreciating a real summer.

The light rail Metro took me to São Bento station, where I was sweating, lost, and confused with the locals who (even the guy in the "tourism" booth) didnt speak any to much english. People were also attempting to sell me hash. Ah. A place with some character. Noticing already the beautiul tiles covering a lot of the cute buildings.



I finally locate the hostel (Oporto Poets II), very cute, very old and charming. felt traditional, but had the things (like free net) that one wants. defniatly recommend it to anyone. The cute small chick at the desk got me a coke and gave me the lo-down on everything. I chilled outside (took of my winter shoes) and just simply enjoyed the heat.



At this stage I noticed a girl reading a book to my left. She had medium brown hair, and looked pretty finnish. She ended up being one of my roomies, a (suprise suprise) finnish chick named Tiina. Yes it is spelt with two 'i's. She introduced herself and we had a good old scandy chat.



So fast forward a bit and ive become friends with the whole hostel. And old south african guy, now living in Phillip Island, An awsomely fun german lesbian couple, 3 guys from melbourne (and very melbourne guys too), and ofcourse Tiina. We decided to hit some clubs and ended up wasted on the street smoking Hash (which i now discover has been "de-criminalized" in Portugal) and an old granny tried (and succeeded) to steal my beer and a fag.



We had our own share of drama too. Sam (not me, one of the other melbourne boys) hooked up with Tiina :O and then Josh (wearing a shitty hat in the above photo) ran off, in his usual way, and came back at like 6 in the morning with news that he had hooked in with a Portuguese chick. and did a little victory dance.



Next day met another batch of people. Hot american (LA Maria), some concited canadians, and a really comical brit who was like Harry Potter meets Kevin Rudd. Took them all out for a good night, and ofcourse theres a huge salsa festival taking over the streets. great! so we embarraed ourselves infront of locals and got a bit tipsy on Super Bock (or just the bock and it lovingly became)

I extended my stay for 1 more night (worth it) and i was also texting Per like 400 times a day and planning my return to Copenhagen at this stage.

y favourite moment from this trip was me in the kitchen (cooking squid pasta and drinking port) having Maria, the super sexy chinese babe from LA, come up to me, hug me and say "Aiight babe, were just going out for dinner but we'll be home soon, see you." It made the 3 nights I spent thier feel like a year, and the best year. like a really homely place. I hope we all meet again. And if not, we'll always have Oporto.

The next day we headed to the beach for sexy tanning. I love you Porto.

Swan Bridge

Copenhagen Take 2.

So I return to the place i visited with P and A and J and some crazy Finns in February as Jasper had never been and I was keen. I ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for. But it was incredible.



Arriving after an odd Bus journey from Berlin, of course taking a ferry from Germany to Denmark, with a horrible bus driver who smoked on the bus. and thought everyone could speak German. 'tevs.

So Im waiting at the Ingerslev. stop, where International buses like to dump confused customers (not Kobenhavn H. station). And about 5 minutes later Jas is there with a big smile on his face and a bag attached to a skateboard. Yes he was using this as a wheely device. As hes dutch and therefore strange.



So we embraced and took the hike over to the hostel. I was confident as id been there before, so ofcourse we get lost. After hassling some old lady we found it though. It was nice to catch up, I told him about my Amsterdam, Berlin and London experiences, and he told me about his time In Gothenburg.

That night we hit the gay nightlife in the city. i thought wed just start at Masken (the place we hung at on my last trip) but we stayed for a while, and then migrated to Cosy across the road, were we were greeted with an empty bar, and a flirty old bar tender who insisted we stay. So strangely we did. Apparently sunday isnt the big night in CPH. Paul (the gross bar tender) had a few anti Swedish things to say to me which I laughed at, and gave us free shots and coffee.

Then we were greeted by these two older looking guys. Who turned out to be a doctor from Amsterdam (who in this blog will be referred to as Doc) and a guy who was a lawyer or some shit from the US (who will be called Prince Charming). These fools were the only ones in the bar besides us. So after a few drinks me and Doc are gettin friendly, and instictually Jas and PC were too. This became a messy situation and Jas and I had our own shit to sort out.. which was semi-done in the bathroom at Cosy.

Ive written enough about this night I think. But it does involve, and I dont care anymore, I have to put this in as it was a profound moment in my life to date. Jas and I sitting on the bridge where we had earlier seen a swan for hours. In a state of intense something. Our inner Denmark.

Ofcourse the nights out only got better. After one night off (and a chill night at the movies [did you know Haunting in Conneticuit only got 1 out of 6 stars? so worth 2]), we hit the streets again. Now with our slightly slutty Danish repuations. So this british chic (who was hot) came up to me while i was having a fag outside while Jas was buying us a dinner of a slushie from 711. "Do you speak english" she inquired. I told her "yes" and then she asked me where this randomly named bar was. I had no idea. She walked off.. you'll see how this is important later.

So Jas and I end up at Masken again (oh god thr Eurovision music was pumping!) and then the brits walked in (she had 2 friends a guy and a girl.) So I went and grabbed them to hang out with us. Theres only so much me and Jas could talk about for 3 days, I mean ghosts get old to m after a while. Laura (the hot blondy) was great fun, and her and I hit it off mad. So she was eyeing out the talken for me. She then grabbed me and pulled me over to a table with a few guys on it. One was a very very attractive blonde man, who I started to chat to. His name was Per and he (of course) is a Swede, living in CPH and studying at the Buisness school.

We hit it off. A little too well. I was waiting for something shit to happen. And it didn't. We rode home together to his place (me on a free tourist bike and him on his cute postman bike [yeah hes a posty.])



Next day had a great brunch of kebab next to the water with Per. Jas had a bus (that he missed as he slept in treehouse) failure, so got a train to Berlin instead, leaving the key to our safe at the hostel under my pillow. It all strangely worked, when it should have been messier.

I kind of knew at this stage I'd see CPH one last time before returning home.

ßasages.

Berlin.

After a shit Ryanair flight, with a pilot who obviously hasnt ever flown before and is from the Philiopines. So being 4 hours behind scheduel as well wasnt easy. I just made the last train into town from the airport. so after walking around like a fool for a while, i found the hostel, in some awsome old building.

So after a day of flash floods, and walking around aimlessly, i met perri and paige at the hostel. afer talking in my sleep and waking up the 5 dutch girls in my room by screaming kanker in my sleep, and having them tell me they thought i was dutch and crazy the next morning. oh god. they were cool though, and bought me several heinikens and chatted about field hockey and anal sex.

so perri, paige and i went to a classy asian resteraunt, and caught up on travel stories. we also checked out this street art gallery shop thing with expensive, but great, arty stuff.

I met Matze the next night, and he took me to a few bars on this street where everybody acts like they are at a model casting, hence its difficult german name. After this we took a beer each for the train, very cheap, and met some of his friends, a supercute german girl and this guy from brisbane. perri and paige had an early night but i decided to go with them to this warehouse party thing. It was great, walking up these dodgy stairs and creeping through curtains of fabric to each room. The toilets were very public too.

After a shit pill, we danced like maniacs to a 60 year old Italian DJ who rappedover the tracks.

That night i got home way too early and the attempted to flirt, drunk as hell, with the cute german guy at the reception of the hostel.

The next night we all head to Matze's place for a home cooked meal, and to admire his appartment which was very very nice. We traded horrifiying work stories, and talked about wanky german fashion, which i thought was ok.

Berlin is the kind of city you want to live in whn you are young, and when you are old, you feel young. It has a strange captivity that really makes you fall in love with it, but you cant know why. Ill be back soon.

LDN and family.

London. Spent a few days with Mumsy and Dadsy in a little showbox sized hotel in Westminster. After a lil flight from Amsterdam. It was nice to see them, yet i was wondering how soon it would take for me to be over it. and yes this was in a few days. haha.

Sitting in a franchise cafe with my mum using expensive wi fi, a gypsyesque woman was staring at us. Before she left, she approached us and said to my mum "the way a mother looks at her son is so beautiful, not like when i look at my daughters." so this jealous bitch was looking to steal me and adopt me as her own in her caravan. but tears gradually welled up in my mothers eyes. For the first time in many many years i saw her cry with joy, and not sadness.

After this emotional incident, we did some youristy crap, checked out Harrods (and saw beyonces entourage from a distance), and spent some pennys at Primark. which is ridicualous. that store could fill the whole population of Japan. or Mexico.

It was weird being in an english speaking country, as i have forgotten entirely how to speak this strange language, being the Swede that i am, but anyway, it was great having english breakfast which i love, exept that the baked beans always take over the whole flavour and make everything soggy.

I was also there just for the 48 hours of the london tube strike. fuck you tube drivers. and i also watched BBUK both nights. i couldnt help myself. but this years seaon is pretty crappy so far.

Oi ill upload photos afterwards when i get the time. so keep comin back.

"So.. are you drunk or just stoned?.."

Thats right bitches.. just like Tyra, I know grace these slutty wet streets..

So after a dramatic, almost missed the bus moment, cutting our goodbyes from out loved ones in Jonkoping, we (P, A, and I) spent 17 hours on a bus that crossed through 4 countries, to Amsterdam. I now sit, wet, in the hostel lobby trying to find a bloody powerpoint for my laptop, which i will hopefully pawn off to my parents in London tomorrow night.

The hostel is located in Vondelpark, which as Jasper tells us, is a place where public sex is legal. We've already seen naked cyclists and several drunk, stoned, and out of it in general locals and tourists (a ratio that I'm not sure of). We checked out a smart shop and it seems that mushrooms are still legal in AMS. Jasper wasn't sure, as he fears they have been de-legalized in Rotterdam (his crib). I've really been happy with the locals and shop assistants here. They have a Jasper-esuqe cheekiness and dirty-naiveness to them, like this chick at the Body Shop who was shocked that I didn't live in Holland or speak Dutch.. its the fucking Body Shop with everything in English crazy bitch. The city is really pretty too, Ill upload more pics when i get another chance, but for now theres just the one of me looking sexy. And theres no photos in the Red Light Dis. anyway so.. you probs wont be interested in the rest.

There are urinals on the streets here. Its fucking great. So I took a whizz in one at night. too scared in the day. After an explore of this confusingly delightful and naughty (ooh) city, we met up with Perri's Pals (sounds like a TV show i'd watch) at the hostel. Paige, a mate of Perri's from way back, and her new friend Emma who she met on her exchange in Glasgow this semester. She's from Brisbane and is adding to our posse of 5, which is nice.

With the girls, we head to the Red Light District, via a coffeeshop for a joint and space cakes, to a live sex show. It was pretty spectacular. one couple had worked on an amazing choreographed routine, so good we saw it twice. And now I have finally seen a girl (who looked like little J from Gossip Girl) smoke a cigar with her hoo haa.

Ready to see my folks in London, Ready to smoke the "relax" joint we bought last night in Vondelpark tonight, Ready for my month of nomadness in Europe, baby.

Till then.

Hej Då Jönköping

AS SEEN ON TV!!!


Yeah thats right. this here blog has been promoted on Jönköping Lokal TV! We had our final TV Production assignment which was to produce a live show. We called it Hej Då Jönköping, to say farwell to our favourite shitty Swedish town. nyaaww. We did a flawless job (with me as director) and when its up ill link you guys. Our American teach then gave us an emotional inspiration speech, complimented us in many ways, invited us the disneyworld and then told us we were hot. well thats how i perceived the speech. well.. Orlando is next to disneyland/world isnt it?







Erm went to the sickest Pinata / Itzels birthday party the other night at Skeppsbron. Itzels mini sister, who i call "mini-itzel" broght like shitloads of mexican stuff with her, as shes here visiting. So we ended up drinking this awsome rice shit that looks like murky-tap waterm (so we nicknamed it mexican tap water) and i bashed a cigarette carton shaped pinata filled with condoms and spicy mexican candy (which all ends up being chili flavour). Joan ended up just throwing it at us anyway.

Last night me and jasper did a fucking sayance (or however you spell it) in his apartment to rid it of raping ghosts. i dont really belive in this shit but he kiiinda does (ok he so does) and it involved using a pure silver coin cleaned with a candle and some bitchy swedish ghosts that didnt really communicate with us. it was fucking hilarious though.

Now im just in the computer room in HLK waiting for a sign from god. hit me bitch. nej were just wasting time as its shitty and cold outside, after an amazing 25 degree summer day on monday. We now await leaving JKPG on friday, so we will have the final aka tonight, then afterwork on friday, follwed by sad goodbyes.

I have had the best time in sverige and now its time to fuck up central europe. i cant wait. my plan is..

Amsterdam>London>Berlin>Copenhagen>Porto>Barcelona>Paris
>Rotterdam>London>Home

its gonna be a great month. next blog post ill be on my trip!!

Det snurrar i min skalle

The week started with pinata parties, picnics, multimedia projects, and phun. P's friend Tahnee left us on wednesday, right before the (second) last Akademien. We pre partied at Skepps with mexi-skepps and frenchy-skepps. Everyones all like "where do i go in Paris" and im all like "shiittt"



Alice. I havent really blogged about her much. Shes fucking great, totally francaise and a big part of my time here. We got Esti to graffiti our faces for no reason for Aka. and of course i show up first, with noone else there with rediculos makeup untill about an hour after.




Got mega wasted at Aka, brought me back to the old days where you'd drink way too much, waste phone credit calling Australia in drunk depression, end up at Max eating gross food, or worse, making potachoes at your own place and then cleaning up the peels in the morning. out of all the shitty things one can do whilst drunk i did the second worst, slaped Myk in the face for close to no reason, and was a total ass to P and J, who are my besties so wtf. Anyway, i say second worst coz Anya womited on Esti. and i dont think she remembers so keep it hush hush.



Heres some fluke shot my camera took right before it died. what am i gonna do with no camera before my eurotrippa? im off to A6 tomorrow to demand a replacementon my swedish warranty.

oh i made the comment box below more friendly so anyone can write .. do it

Pollen

There is blizzards of pollen flying through the air. I went for a small forest walk yesterday and got attacked.

Everyone is rounding up the semester, finishing work, going to goodbye dinners and parties, and packing stuff and booking flights for Euro-traveling after!

Aka was great on wednesday, Perri was in Stockers with her friend Tahnee, who now joins us for a few days in JKPG. Sorry, im currantly drinking a chai/green tea fusion that is fucking good, so im a tad desracted. So anyway, back to Aka.. it was packed and Agnes was thier with a friend from Chile so we partied hard. Also had a great pre-party at Dions (see picture) which involved strip-cup, a beatiful forest view penthouse appartment and bannana liquor that is green. And a mental bus trip to Aka, which was a nice way to re-live the first few akas, with everyone blurting out thier cultural songs and chants. We tried to start a "We are onee... but we are maanny.." one with Grant, but it didnt really work out unfortunatly.

My mind is pretty occupied at all times. Am I going to survive my travels? When are all these events happening? Whats for dinner? Kanker? So Im kind of anticipating the semester to end. But it will be sad. There are people here I will miss so much, mainly Mykas, but we have more opportunities to meet in future.

Last night, Tahnee, Jasper, Perri and I had dins, then met Anya for some Pinata party in Råslatt, for Jorges' birthday. And drinkin continued to the Sokkertoppen party, which was ok, as 10:- wine and beer is pretty good. Tahnee wasnt used to the shovey nature in Sweden, so we gave her the run down. It is really fun having her here. what a babe.

So what now. I am gonna make some spinach feta pasties.. then work on web design homework with Marion, then perhaps dinner with Jasper and a garden party at Perris new found swedes place.

Oh, and I'm Dawson, Jasper is Pacey, Perri is Joey, and Anya is Jen. Except my forehead isnt as big as James Van Der Beek's.

Vi ses.

Sup JKPG?

Yeah I'm back in the city of sin. My home away from home. A paradiso for all. jebus.

So Myk had his birthday party which involved the largest speakers ive ever seen and some scornful facial expressions from Tanzanian roomy. Stoned Lithuanians and my ipod saving the dance floor. Oh and me and jelena broke this shitty chair.. heres the photoshoot that then took place










Then we had Spring Inspiration. which was awsome. Swedens 3rd largest Fashion event. on the bridge in JKPG.

Spring Inspiration from Sam Cremean on Vimeo.

The awsome foursome then made a TV report about the event for class. Our fave swedes Daniel and Agnes were also there for the ride..

Eurovision has been and gone too! It was fun watching the semis in Olgas bedroom and watching her switch races every five seconds "no i'm ukranian! no im estonian!". But we all wished we were Norwegian as Alex Rybak is cuuteee.

Spring insp also had a great after party at Aka, which was "transformed" (like 2 pillows and a candel stick) into a modeltropolis.

also booking flights and stuff for my trip after semester is over. looks like Portugal and Spain are joining my line up as Alex has offered to party with me in Barcelona. :)

Leave comments btw bitches.

Slopcruise to Tartlinn

Ok so firstly there are so many photos on this entry because this was such a fucking great trip i didnt want to make it seem shitty.



We boarded the Baltic Queen for the 'ESN Sea Battle'. This is a cruise from Stockholm to Tallinn (Estonia's capital) with aprox 2000 horny drunk international students from Estonia, Finland, and Sweden. Jönköping was deffs the sexiest of all of these universities. Our girls were wearing t-shirts with a skanky nickname (like Lara's "I like big baguette", as shes a frenchy) and then thier group name.. i kid you not, the "Sloptarts". My mind exploded with how much fun you could possibly make of this name. I mean it sounded like Robyn Antin herself was after another girl group to mentor. And our guys had the "Good Cunts Club" which i was peer pressured to join, but i dodnt really want to write that on myself. So as you can see Jönköping Univeristy only hosts refined, PC, and classy students.



We were given random cabins, which kinda sucked, but i was with Marion and Paul, more frenchies but they are good fun, and we didnt spend much time in the cabins anyway. Why would you when there was a tacky Vegas style club with its own dazzle razzle show featuring Elvis and Tom Jones. and some short Estonian chick they painted black to be Diana Ross.



So the boat from Stockers To Tallinn was a great night. We got wasted off tax-free alcohol, danced at the 2 tacky clubs and me and Jasper explored the boat. Us for bitches (pictured above) were constantly rating boys.. looking for a 7. we found a few 7's. but the talent was week.

We also had, ahah, a "Taco Buffe", which isnt the most appitising sounding idea whist one is on a boat. but it was hilarious, they had free wine so everyone went savage like the fountain scene in mean girls and i even spilt red all over Japsers jeans. ha.



Ah, there she is, the beauty that is the Baltic Queen.



Perri told us hilarious stories about her night as we hungoverly staggerd through the streets of Tallinn. I still dont know what i thought of this city. It was small, and quaint, with loverly locals, but it didnt have much going on.



Heres some creepy Estonian stuffed toys



We actually spent most of the day in this amazing square, with fountains that were hidden under glass thingies doing yoga with our sensai Perri. She is also Wikiperria and Googlebrainperri. God bless her soul.

Then back on the boat for another party. this time I stayed up till around 7 dancing in sun light like a maniac at "Ibiza bar". This was great, spet i was still drunk walking through Stockholm the next day..






Now my third time in Stockholm, i tried to navigate the others though the Gamla Stan, and i kind of did, but then forgot where weekday was so we went to topshop instead (coz japser has shit taste)



And then more nothing doing and profound conversation with jasper. We decided that sitting around in the sun doing nothing has become our new fave thing, but first you have to find your own inner Sweden. it sounds better in dutch accent. kanker.

Norway II

So we headed to the ferry in central Bergen after an attempted rooftop party in our hostel.



The scenery surrounding the Sognefjord area of Norway is spectacular. Its like national geographics fave place or something, and im not really a national geographic kinda guy but i loved it. Huge snowy mountains surround you and the cutest trolly looking river lands.



The first night at our cabins we played flip cup, some Canadian college drinking game, and me and my Mexicans were pretty good.



It also resulted in a drunken bon fire making session that got a bit masculine power-struggly.



I awoke to snow. In May, come on Norway.



Climbing Europes largest mainland glacier served to be a good hangover cure.



I was tethered to a bunch of my Spanish speaking friends, and oh! suprise! our tour guide is from Argentina so the whole trek was in Spanish! but Carlos (sexy Argentinian glacier expert) translated stuff for me. And complimented my glacier climbimg skills that night when thw guides came to party in our cabins.. when you live in a place with like 100 population and no bars or anything for miles, students groups provide entertainment.




My whole body ached afterwards, but watching Cinema Paradiso in some spanish guys cabin was a nice way to end the day.



Then we took a bus and another boat to Flåm. Which was a shitty town of 350 max. pop. And it was raining so the options for the day werent many. So we went on a lame faux-train (which looked like the Smorgys train in Geelong) around the town. The creepy Norweigen train conductor told us to look out for trolls. laammee. but i looked anyway.

Norway is a unique country with quaint northern charm and sexy blonde-ness. More than a week and I would have been extremely bored though, but I found a peacefulness within the amazing natural surroundings. I really did find peace on my mountain.. bitch. again. oh.