Sex! Drugs! Rock & Roll!

Now that I've got your attention, I'll introduce you to my first blog thingy. One of my good friend's, from Sweden, has a blog on this site and I thought I should have a go at it.

You can find Lovisa's blog here http://lovisen.blogspot.com/

I think everyone'll be lucky if I update this thing even once, as I'm not so very good at keeping these internet based things, that you need to update occasionally, up and running.

Anywho, what can I really say? Ah I know, my summer.

Summer 2006
I was away over the summer doing exciting things and meeting great people. I worked at Vässarö for 5 weeks as part of the Kök 'A-Team' which kicked so much ass. Not only the working in catering but being in Sweden for Midsommar and all of the...out of work activities we did.
I wish we had the sauna culture over here as they do in Scandanavia, it would be ace. Jumping in the Baltic after bada bastu.

After V-ö I spent some time in Stockholm with some of the people I worked with, then flew down to Mamlö to visit the lovely Emma, where I left my camera in her house - so I don't have many photos of there or Denmark where I travelled to next.

In Denmark, Morten and his sister and a friend and myself went to the GrønKoncert and saw many Danish bands who sang in some funny language...I thought they were choking or gargling. Weird language.
Then I visited Nicoline and managed to get very very sunburnt and injure myself in a few different ways, including getting two pieces of glass in my foot while walking barefoot back from the beach.

Then I flew to Zürich, Switzerland and arrived without my hold-all bag...which happened to have most of my clothes in it. Never mind, always look on the bright side of life and all that, I met Mariale from Venezuela and have been speaking to her since then.
Always make the best of every situation.
I took the train to Kandersteg and was there, working mostly on campsite and even then only sporadically. It was good fun and I got to not only meet the great folk that I worked with last summer there, but also meet new people - the Summer 06 STS.

After staying for 5 days more than I meant to because of some terrorist activity of some sort and getting a mohawk, I arrived back in the country.

Flew back up to the North after meeting my sister and staying at my cousin's place for a night. The domestic flight was hellish compared to the international one, we were really restricted with everything you could even think of taking on the plane, I even had to put my one piece of handluggage (that I should've been allowed), my kilt in it's kilt-roll, into the hold.
Because I wasn't bitter...nope, not at all.