Well I’ve departed Caen for good, and after nearly two weeks of packing all of my stuff into suitcases, throwing a bunch of it out, and giving a bunch of it to needy people I’ve managed to put my life into one oversized suitcase, and a tennis bag. It’s all heavy as fuck and since I’ve decided to come to Sweden for a few weeks before going back to Canada, I had to bring everything with me. My flight leaves for Buffalo on May 31st and well it will be a sad moment of course!

In any case, since Caen is a pain in the ass to get from for flights going out of Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris I left the night before to visit Marie before leaving la France again. I got there, no problems but of course it was a bitch with my internet services, and the metro was rush hour so I wanted to shoot myself in the face. The night was okay and we talked a lot and watched Desperate Housewives before I left at 7:15 the next morning, during rush hour again. The metro was packed and with my luggage it was a pain.

Aéroport Charles de GaulleAéroport Charles de Gaulle

I made it to Opéra to take the RossiyBus to the airport, and I got nervouse becasue it was taking a lot longer than I thought and I was sort of late. Upon paniced arrival at the airport it was all okay since all flights were delayed due to fog, go me! I checked my luggage and it turned out to be 24kg (only 4kg over w00t!) and then got something to eat and talked with this half-French, half-Swedish family. The woman came from Upper Normandy and was really impressed with the fact that I spoke French so well (and quickly). Ha! I bid them adieu and went to my gate where they seemed to not speak French at all (funny that). The delays created the absoute worst situation ever. All these gates with flights going to Stockholm, Oslo, Copenhagen, Talinn, Helsinki all with delays and thus there were no seats left. There were people piled on the floors and on the windows; it was creepy. I grabbed a paper and chilled for awhile. The flight was long but lovely considering the lovely staff at SAS, who’s names were Marie, Bengt Holm, and unknown older woman. They were flirty and their outfits were far too tight. I’ve decided to grow my hair out to be like Bengt’s, as it was lovely.

Arlanda AirportArlanda Airport, Peter Jöback

I arrived at Arlanda and immediately felt like home, and the signs welcome us. Welcome to Stockholm, welcome home! The airport was empty except for our Boeign 747 flight, and as you can see nobody is around, and nothing was going on. Mr. Happy made a triumphant return, taking a photo with Peter Jöback, my teasingly apparent twin (according to Daniel). Do you see the resemblance? In any case, I took a photo and everyone else was laughing at me and were amused by my crazyness. I’m glad that the Swedes can take it so lovely, especially after a flight that featured the woman across from me having a panic attack during takeoff and landing. I’d like also to thank the people on my flight for not clapping, as obviously the pilots know what they are doing!

Arlanda AirportArlanda C

I got into the airport, got my train ticket for the Upplands Lokalträffik, Upptåget, which for those that aren’t swedophone, it’s the commuter train from Uppsala Väsby to Gävle. Itw as comfy and modern, but the terminal for waiting was quite cold! I got into Uppsala with my luggage and made it to meet Arash and take my luggage to his nation, which is basically a student organisation like fraternaties but are completly informal and fun! Turns out that I’m awesome and know so many people that nobody cares cause I’m awesome! So I’m back in the dorms, and into a really nice flat which is a bit cramped. I met Henrik, the flatmate, and the others that were around, and since I arrived on a Thursday it’s the waffle and soup day, so I helped serve that and brushed up on my Swedish, which had gone unused for awhile.

My new friend here in Uppsala, and I had a lovely evening of Eurovision watching. My analysis will follow within days because I feel more like I need a shower than anything..

Phrase of the night: “VI VILL UNGREN!! UNGREN!! SKANDAAAAAL! FAN!”

Oh how I adore her!


Upon arriving in Uppsala I was surprised to see how small it acutally is. We were waiting for Arash outside near the very modern, an odd looking statue and he was going to take us to where we were going. He arrived and we headed into town to the main square which apparently is the only actual square with four corners closed in in Sweden? Who knew; the flowers were pretty and we bought bus tickets and got on the bus with the other people heading outside of the university area.


So we arrived at Björns house, one of Arash’s friends, which was inhabited currently with the Sebas looking Frederik, and Czaki apparently short for Zach! We were all making food because well it’s midsommar; so you eat, drink and be merry! I was in charge of the salad, nice and simple so I tossed it after cutting it all up and everyone was being busy. Tony is horrible at food so just attempted and was ever-failing; it was funny. I’ve started calling him the flower because he whilts as easily as a rose; so prescious and afraid of everything. We all ate some food and everyone was getting drunk already playing “Jag har aldrig…” which was well, a good way to see how crazy people are. Turns out Sofia is more innocent than I would have guessed, and Arash is a downright whore! Gustav arrived and then some lesbian couple with a girl that looked like a guy, and we were off to make the midsommarstång; the highlight of the night!


How are we to make this midsommarstång in the middle of outside Uppsala? Go into the forest and collect some bushes and flowers of course; so we all headed out drunkingly around the corner and into the forest. We were screaming things and Sofia was asking probing questions, and Tony; who’s Asian and therefore has no alcohol tolerance had been drunk on 1 cider glass and was going all emo depressive and falling asleep. He was in no condition to be doing anything but crying and being lonely because his boyfriend is in Bulgaria, but really they aren’t in a relationship because Jonas is into S&M and Tony is afraid of him, so really I have no idea what to think! But along the way I met some friends, the two wild horses that were kept in by an electric fence. How did I know it was electric? Because I touched it and got a little shock; I was not impressed!

And so the evening continues and everyone gets progressively more and more drunk and people come and go and everyone’s got the munchies. Frederik, who as I said reminded me a lot of Sebby, was getting all touchy feely despite being “clearly heterosexual, execept when drunk” funny that eh? Tony ended up being a downer and getting some rash caused by an allergic reaction so he went and played on the computer by himself (go figure) for some hours.


So Arash and I began the preperations for the midsommar stång, it took a lot of thread and bushes and tying but we got it done! And once it was erected, we danced around it with the famous groddansen (aka. frog dance). I remembered quite a lot of it and I’m sure there is some video on YouTube floating around of it, so when I find it I will indulge you. But look at how pretty it is, to celebrate our awesome holiday. After the lesbians got emo and cranky we stopped and moved back under the warmed shelter to spend the evening. It seemed to go on forever, because of the summer solstice but when I looked at the clock it was barely even midnight. We went to bed around two, after people passed out and Frederik was caught eating off the floor, his pants were falling down too… Quite a funny sght.

And so the next morning everyone slept in and lucky me got a bed, and we ended up going back to Stockholm because Tony was bored and wanted to leave, despite there being another party. I wanted to go back because I had to organise something with Daniel again before I left. Tony was unimpressed, but had no reason to be. Even when we got off the train at the train station, these two black girls started teasing him about being asian and not speaking Swedish. Turns out obviously he can, and they were quite appauled and started muttering things at us; stupid bitches.


We got home after some shopping and we watched films all night; it was nice and I was off to sleep since the next day we were going to do something, but I can’t exactly remember what. I remember vaguely walking around the city for awhile looking for something, probably sunglasses again and then we came home and watched films again. Oh yeah, we went to Kista to the shopping centre and I lost my sunglasses, and I was sad but oh well, serves me right. Turns out Tony doesn’t have many friends, but that doesn’t surprise me at all really. I organised my stuff to get ready for my Monday flight out, and I was going to meet Daniel in the morning and we would go shopping downtown.


I have to say that Sergelstorg is much nicer when it’s summer and the fountain works, and there are people dancing all around! We went to Åhléns, and then to Akedemikbokhandeln so that I could buy some stuff. I turned out to buy about 800:- worth of things total in the day including a daily planner for school, some “Form i fokus” books for grammar (Del A & B), and some novels where I could get three for 150:-! I was so happy but now I had a shitload of stuff to carry around that never did end up fitting in my luggage. After heading to the ice-cream shop, and then to the Telia shop to get me a SIM card for my phone we set up my account after going in two times and then I realised I had to leave to go to the airport.

And so the afternoon after I came home from Prague, I was all packed and ready to make my way to Stockholm. The night before I had met with my conversation partner regarding my CAF rebate which would put 600€ into my pocket; we both agreeded that I’d go pick up my paperwork from the Préfecture the next morning and go over the the CAF together to get it done; since time was pending. I went to the Préfecture and the bitch woman refused to give me my paperwork for various reasons, one of which becasue I was leaving in two weeks and she didn’t see a reason for it. She also requested a paper to pay for some tax, which was sent to Canada and therefore I never had. She showed me the stuff and ripped it out of my hand and I left nearly in tears. I called Birahim and told him to not bother, and that I was sick of the fucking country that had treated me like shit since I arrived.


So I went to the airbus stop, and well it didn’t show up for 40 minutes so I was nervous, but it eventually arrived and I got to the tiny Strasbourg airport. I grabbed some food and a book to read for the trip, and checked in my luggage to go via Air France Régional to Amsterdam and on to Stockholm via KLM. All went well and we boarded the tiny little plane and made our way to Amsterdam which was a really nice, modern and huge quite frankly. It was just about every plane was KLM there, blue and white everywhere, so I hung out in terminal F or something, and my plane was leaving from C so it took about 25 minutes to walk from each. I had a sandwhich and then headed to my boarding gate with 30 minutes to spare. It was perfect when I arrived at the gate, no line up and they were just about to start the last call so I just strolled on without having to wait or anything. I sat down and we were in Stockholm after a quick nap and I was happy camper.

My bag was the first to come off the conveyer belt, even though it was already going around since we got off the plane (love the Schengen region), so I ran to get it, ran to the closest SEB conversion place and asked if I could change some Euros into SEK. The woman was about to close as it was past midnight, but I managed to get in to her dismay; then ran over to the woman to get my bus ticket for the lovely Flygbussar. I tried to get a student discount, after brushing up my Swedish, but she wouldn’t accept for me any but the listed student cards. I was not impressed as there was 100:- gone right there; boo! I went outside, and it was freezing cold as I was not prepared at all and was in sandals and shorts. I threw on a jumper and waited with the other Swedish people as they made fun of this emo guy that was practically naked. It was mean, but I had nothing better to do.

Bus dropped me off at CityTerminalen, but all the doors were locked and I had to get into T-Centralen before the last subways left; so I ran all around the block to the only open entrance to meet Tony; my host for the week. To be fair, he’s nice, but he was soo weird when I walked up to him. He’s like all shy and “Jag är jättenervös” and I’m like asking why but he’s just being antisocial. So we run to the Tunnelbanna entrane and I buy some tickets quickly and we get on the direction of Bergshammra, where he lives which is apparently in Solna, and is a huge student population. We got there after some small chat, and eventually I went to bed because I was so tired. Next days were walking around and seeing the nice weather in Stockholm. Tony had told me that it would rain the whole week so I was a bit skeptical, but it turns out that he’s just a worry ward and negative about everything.

The weather was amazing you have no idea; I just wanted to melt right there with the perfect breeze. We layed in some parks and then went shopping for some food. What student hasn’t heard of pasta with cheese sause? Apparently Asian ones, because when I proposed some pasta he just about said “What?” I was surprised, it being the cheapest and easiest thing possible. Back to the house we went and cooked the food, Swedish the whole time as I didn’t want the foreign asian students to understand what we were talking about. I found this awesome schlagger radio-station “Svenska Favoriter” which made me cry with all the amazing songs that I clearly knew. Dinner was good, and we cleaned up and went back to watch some films; it was great.


We decided to hit the shops the next day, which means Åhléns right downtown to get Tony some sunglasses. As it turns out, he looks horrible in all glasses and I couldn’t find a nice way of putting it. It’s basically because he’s asian and his eyes are too far up and he has no nose; so we gave up. Plus he’s really cheap and couldn’t find anything in his price range, I scoffed and moved on. I also found something that I’d been looking for quite some time now. It’s an old type of briefcase that I’d like, similar to the one above, but with a strap. It’s very British old-school I know but I want one damnit! Walking around again was nice as I paid a trip to the bank cash point and we went for some ice cream in gamla stan which was so tasty! We saw a bunch of funny things over at the Nobel Museum, outside there are a bunch of a cafés, one of which is a gay one, and then tons of tourists around. Now between all the foreign tourists not being aware that some things are gay, and the homosexual’s running around (they were clearly camp), it was like a circus. It made me laugh and we were on our way to go watch a film for the next morning I’d be meeting a friend of whom I longed to meet one day.

Who is this person I speak of? It’s Tobias, my Eurovision confidant who lives in Finland was coming home to Sweden to visit his family for Midsommar. So for the morning we went for coffee and a bit of a semi-lunch thing and sat and talked for awhile. It was nice to finally have met him, having spoken for so long and such. He is great company, as expected and frankly is just a wealth of information! We went to an old record store to seach for vinyls for him, and I found some old Swedish hits that made me happy; but then I bought a couple DVDs, a few that I’d been longing for or really wanted. Since I’m a loser I’ll admit what they are: Fucking Åmål, great film, and För Evigt one of my all time favourites. It was all under 150:- so I was so pleased and strolled out back to the bus station to drop Tobias off to his bus. Golly there were a lot of people and some damn good looking ones too that caught our eyes!

I headed back to Solna where I found Tony hadn’t eaten all day and had been playing video games. He reminded me of someone, antisocial and like a hermit really. We had a long talk about how he was afraid of like everything, it made me laugh as he worries about anything that anyone could ever worry about. Maybe because he’s asian, I dunno? We watched a film and I binged on popcorn for the next day was Midsommafton so most things were closed and we’d be off to Uppsala where Arash invited us to a friend of his’ party.

The day was rainy and we went for a walk. Tony got scared by the birds and made a scene whilst I tried to pretend that I didn’t know him. We went to get some food and then to NK to look at things we obviously couldn’t buy. We realised whilst in the bathroom that we were going to be late for the train, and we ran to the train station. Seeing Tony run made the entire vacation worth it as it was like
someone who’d never walked before. I couldn’t believe how unco-ordinated the guy is, and even whilst sitting on the train he was still out of breath. I couldn’t help but laugh at him and take a little rest whilst reading, sinfully, Aftonbladet.