So we ran over to the train station and I decided to take the train cause we were short on time, and I ran there and said goodbye to Daniel my favourite friend from Stockholm to whom it’s the second time I was lucky enough to hang out with! I ran from the terminal into the building because I was really short for time at this point, and I ran to the KLM area to sign in and so the panic began.

She asked me what flight I was on, I said to Amsterdam in 45 minutes. She said “What?? Are you crazy?” And I said of course I wasn’t and that I was here within the 40 minute window allowed for checking in. She told me that she had to call someone to see if they could take my luggage; and she was on the phone for 10 minutes waiting so they couldn’t take my luggage and therefore denied my boarding. I looked at her and asked if she was serious. It was her fault that it took so long, and there wasn’t even anyone in the terminal. She told me to vacate the area and to go over to the lineup across the hall to get a new ticket.

I was livid, I called Tony told him and sent an sms to Daniel letting him know. I figured I’d have to stay over another night, but we’d see. I waited for 2 hours in the line because a woman was arguging with the nice Swedish man, and when I got up there I presented him with the facts and there wasn’t anything that I could do to get to Paris, Frankfurt, Strasbourg, Geneva, Basel, Zürich or anywhere close to Strasbourg, so I went over to sit down and be stressed. It was all such a huge problem because I had to get home before Thursday and it’s going to be Wednesday when I get home now, so that I can move out of my flat on time. And then figure out where I was going to go or how to get home. I was scared.

I went over to the internet terminal and the machine was broken. The good looking Russian guy that was working on the computers came over to try to unjam the machine but it took 20 minutes and he eventually gave me 400:- worth of internet time, it was awesome. So I looked all afternoon for flights and how I could get home. Cheapest thing I could find for the next day was about 500€ and leaving in the morning. I said fine, bought it with my credit card and managed to get it all in the with my low credit; and then had to sleep at the airport again. I sat around for awhile reading and then I went to this italian resteraunt in the terminal to see the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

I walked in and ordered my stuff and sat down and then these two younger women were laughing and pointing at this family. There were about 100 people in the entire terminal so it was soo quiet and empty with the sun hovering still at 20.00. I looked over and what I thought to be a man was with two children coming to sit down. Now what the guy was wearing was wow. I had to cough up what I was chewing because I was so flustered. He had on this sleeveless top that was fishnet, going halfway through his middrift, and then a jock-strap looking pair of underwear that were visible above the jeans line because his jeans were below his pelvic bone exposing, well quite a lot. After he turned around, the jock-strap like band went around and a single tiny string went down below his bum, so I was thinking, wow with nothing in the front connecting, and only a string in the back what the hell is this guy wearing?

I thought to myself, poor kids, and they didn’t seem phased. But they were at an airport so I was just confused. Was he a drunk man with children? Was he a go-go boy who was grossly overweight and hairy? Was he a transvestite? Was he a transexual? Quite frankly I thought it was a woman when I looked at him because he had very effeminate eyes and chin, but it was a man forsure; especially with the body hair. I didn’t know what to say and laughed to myself the whole time hoping to never see anything so disgusting again in my life.

And so I went to lay down on the benches, I went through about 50 pages of Form i Fokus doing my grammar before my pencil ran out. I had to go and steal a pen from the cleaning lady when she wasn’t looking in the terminal building, I felt horrible but I needed something to write with as everything was closed. I layed down and watched a film on the lappy and then fell asleep with my stuff sprawled out. The view around 22.00 is available in the photo above as seen when I was falling asleep. I feel so comfortable and safe in Arlanda airport that I didn’t even hold onto my luggage, it was just laying there with my shoes and stuff off whilst I slept.

Flight was at 6am the next morning so I was up at 4am finding the Norwegian guy beside me huddling around his things. The Norwegians are always so weird; but it’s funny. The lineup was so long I thought I wasn’t going to make it, but I got my luggage through and the lineup for security was ridiculus. It was about 1’000 people minimum, so the wait was awhile. This guy was coming around seeing boarding passes and telling people to go over to the other one for later flights but it went quicker than I thought it would. I made it just in time as they were calling for final call as I walked up to the gate, right inside of security. I was thinking to myself; why is Arlanda always so bad to me? That’s two missed flights and therefore a sign. Sweden is telling me not to leave, and I really shouldn’t have!

Flight to Amsterdam was fine, but EVERYONE had connecting flights and was in a rush because some people had to have luggage offloaded having not made the flight (lucky me). The woman next to me was going to Cape Town, I was jealous. And so I ran to make my connection and all was fine and KLM took care of me. I was terribly bitter about paying 500€ though but I had to get home damnit! Turns out Air France overcharged me anyways so I have to sort that out.

I packed all the next hours and my room was nearly ready to move out the next day, one day early. Midsommar in Sweden was amazing, and I swear I’m taking that sign to heart. I’m moving there somehow someday soon, I just need to find someone Swedish to marry me to make it easier first.

Any takers? Or even someone I can co-habitate with for 2 years? I’ll love you forever and ever; and I swear I’m clean and house-trained!

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.