Hello m'lovelies, I am procrastinating and avoiding doing any uni work...although I really should as that is technically the reason why I brought my laptop with me on my holiday and thus far I have only utilised it for facebook and email. Although, this has turned out to be necessary as I have not seen a single internet cafe here and one of my iceland bookings has fallen through and I am trying desperately to reorganise, so yes, having laptop = win.
Anywho, Sweden on the whole is awesome. Everyone is really nice and even though I have been on my own the whole time, today is the first time I got hit on...although amusingly I continue to be mistaken for Swedish every 2 seconds. I think this is the tallish/blonde combo and also the fact that my dress style is quite similar- by accident I assure you.
It's kind of hilarious because I keep having Swedish people coming up to me and asking me for directions (in Swedish) which of course I don't understand. I completely blanked these sweet little old ladies last night because I didn't realise they were talking to me and I apologised and explained that I don't speak Swedish, but I had a map. And they laughed and politely declined- I have discovered that this is a pattern, they are happy to ask for directions, but seem to dislike maps- even the guys!
Anyway today I got hit on by a sleazy guy, who fulfilled my previous experiences in this vein i.e late thirties and for some reason they are almost always of afro-carribean descent. I've been trying to figure this one out, as it's not a racist thing, it genuinely is 9 times out of 10 an older black guy.
The group of guys at breakfast in Madrid; the creepo taxi driver who completely freaked me out; the random guy who asked me out on a bus; this other guy who hit on me at a bus stop and then today this guy on the metro- thus we can see a pattern, old, creepy and usually on public transport lol.
The thing that amuses me is that they think they are so smooth, they always open with some kind of line about how I am beautiful or something. So stupid. Yes, okay, you think I am pretty, however I am also young enough to be your daughter you sleazoid!
However I take heart from the fact that this has thus far been my only negative experience and I have been here for the better part of a week. No yellow spandex this time around, thank god!
In other news I think I have done pretty well, but I am getting a bit bored finally. I have been doing heaps of stuff, but am getting museumed out a tad. I have some more chillaxed days and then on my last night I am going to have dinner with my cousin and then I am off to Iceland woot! I think I shall have a slight surplus of cash and I'm not sure whether to change it for ISK or save it, given that I do really want to come back.
See this is the problem, I see these places, I have a ball and all it does is make me want to come back again :/
Here is a random list of things I love about Sweden:
And last, but definitely not least:
Oh yeah, my kind of place!
P.S I could write about Gallus, but I really can't be bothered allocating the energy. See, progress!