Published: October 18th 2011October 25th 2011
Up and atom!!!! Crossing my fingers I checked my baggage into the baggage room and left the hostel, I had 1.5h to hobble around until lunch with Marco and his wife. Off up passed the Viking line terminal for the last time I hit the market, found some seabuckthorn which I had to try so I stupidly picked up 5 euro’s worth. Yes there very good for you and with some additives taste amazing, however when fresh they are supremely tart, so to be able to consume a large portion of my purchase it was off to the bakery, to buy the doughnut with the most sugar on top. Also picking up Karlionpileaka I was off towards the design museum… Which was closed Mondays so it was back to a park to eat the psalteries, watch the traffic seemly go where it wants to , walking/cycling path or not. Having got consumed with the on goings of a bushman feeding some birds, and the many beautiful women. Yes they say Sweden has the best but I ‘m not sure, in Helsinki there’s a nice mix of European beauty,
Shortly after getting lost in my world or Finish
euphoria I got a text from Marco, it was time to head back to the hostel get my things and head off to lunch with my new founded Belgian friends. Loading up my bags my knee started to throb!!! I had iced it last night but it was starting to ache again, dam tram time to save me the walk. A stop was right outside of the hostel, a tram was there as I stepped out of the door but who was I kidding I couldn’t run with the extra 45kg of baggage on me, I had to let it go. Gutted, thinking the next one was in 15 minutes (the walk without bags took the same) so walking it was. That is only half was until one passed me and this time I wasn’t letting up, somehow I managed an ran towards the back door pushed the button hopped in. Yes I admit having realized they hardly ever check your ticket I decided to risk it, I was a tram rebble (probably like the most of them by the looks of it, which makes me wonder how the system actually stays a float).
Meeting up it we where off
in look for a patio so the euro’s could smoke, and we could enjoy the semi decent weather, cuz hey when you get a little sun in Helsinki you better be outside.
I have to admit it was weird being with both of them. Yes his wife might be some kind of talented physiologist she seamed cold and jaded. There’s something I haven’t been admitting as it’s a big topic and personal to the both of them so I haven’t brought it up but now to explain my feeling awkward around the two of them. You see Marco’s wife after 15 years wants to see other guys, and has seen someone, being the solid guy he is Marco’s turned a blind eye, but fears she want to make it a natural and regular, and will leave her if that’s the case. ‘I love you 100% but I have 103/104% and that extra ¾% needs to be for someone else’ she says. ‘marriage is conservative and projects fear into the persons involved’ she thinks. While talking about an inability to buy some wine on Sunday’s she came out and revealed herself. ‘If you have a law such as this exist,
why don’t people find a way to get around it’ she said. Yes Marco has stated that their very liberal, however you have to have boundaries. Also asking me if I had gone out to see the ‘nightlife’ to which I replied I hadn’t but instead met up with old and new friends, and last night didn’t even go out because of laundry or whichever, she make a reaction like I wasn’t doing the right thing. Implying that I should be out and about spending money, having ‘fun’ with random people I’m never going to see again. Sorry that’s not me, I’m not that shallow I need to get appreciation from other ‘cool’ people. I really can’t understand why a marriage physiologist doesn’t understand that real love, doesn’t come because of all the ‘good’ or ‘perfect’ times, it comes from the hard times, the awkward times, and the fearful times. If you search for this ‘perfect’ mate that does nothing wrong it’s not love. Your then not realizing the imperfections of being human are what make true ‘love’ work, and if you can’t accept it you’ll never be truly in love and never really be that content.
devoted good by from Marco and a half hazard one from Anna (or Hana) I went off caught my buss to the airport and off to Stockholm. The flight was simple, the travel into the city even easier and the walk to the hostel even more so. I have to admit the original feel of Stockhom was that of a HUGE city but that would soon change. I check in made the bed and I was off to walk around the old city. Dating back the 12 century it brings me back to parts of England. Lots of very small streets, alleys with occasional old church or building, and the overall sensation of being in a tourist trap. Restaurants and tourist shops everywhere, yes they make money from people simply here to be here but it's not for me. There are times when you think your in Italy with all the Italian restaurant, or Britain with all the English style pubs where's the ethnicity?
Upon check in I was told about free pasta in the kitchen so I decided what the hell I’ll make something. Being in Sweden I got some cheap salmon gravlax, cream, lemon, white wine and garlic.
It turned out ok but could have been better. In this patiular hostel the kitchen eating area was huge!! And an excellent meeting place (as I’m as I’m sure it is in most hostels). After finishing my meal it was decided that a bunch of us head off for a pub run of sorts. None of us really knowing where to go it was messy and we only ended up at two bars for two expensive drinks, but hey we where in the tourist trap area of the old town so what did we expect.
Getting back the hostel we sat back in the kitchen around the big tables. For almost and hour and a half I ended up talking to a soon to be German teacher, about quite a lot. Everything to why we where both there to how the education and the world these days seams to be run solely on success and pushing forward and never being happy with the norm. This is all good until it happens, that one event that’s going to open up the worlds eyes to the fact that we will (and sooner rather than later) going to use up our resources. Too
much of a good thing is too much… Period!!, we have to live for the future and not only for our own survival, as hard as that might seam it has to be done.
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