i don't know heard, but i went to sweden last week for a few days to see my favouritest band in the whole world for one last time. here's some pix and shit. (i warn you, there's about 70 of them. i was gonna split it into a few different posts, but then i got lazy. and i could put it under a cut but i cannae be arsed. deal with it)
waiting for the train to london with carl on wednesday night.
my craft project <3 for the trip.
dinner at burger king with the girls.
looking for karaoke in stockholm on a thursday night with no luck. well, nowhere within walking distance from södermalm.
stu at the hostel.
unska & silja på tunnelbanan friday morning, on our way to gröna lund.
i need unska around more, she take good pictures of me!
i'm number 193!
i had strange but yummy pizza at gröna lund with taco beef, jalapenos, nachos and sour cream on top. i guess this makes up for not braving the hamburger pizza while in finland. (i was intrigued, but i wanted something with artichokes more)
OMG GIANT PLOPP!
cornelia sad.
at the bar across the street. THEY HAD NO CIDER. i thought we were in sweden, ffs!
bitches fucking love to queue (at the t-centralen on our way 'home')
getting ready to sleep on the floor because mosebacke hostel suxx ass.
awesome breakfast buffet at cafe string on saturday. 'suppose it's a bit of a scandi hipster cliche or whatever but heck, i highly recommend it. i would go there all the fucking time. more pancakes & blueberries + strawberries? yes please. om nom nom.
gherkins with breakfast though? well, i guess there's a reason why it's a buffet! each to their own.
"where do i live? i miss home."
i have no idea what this is.
5am on sunday morning :/
THIS PLACE SUXX MORE THAN ANYWHERE EVER.
t-centralen was surprisingly busy at 6am on a sunday morning..
life saving breakfast smoothie.
skavsta airport toilets. cos i was fucking bored thanks to my flight being delayed by FOUR FUCKING HOURS.
ruined airport breakfast tuna panini that was actually brie panini and hard as a rock. i took back that motherfucker.
book vending machine at stanstead. every single book was hella faded from direct sunlight. cute.
3 comments:
i thought Mosebacke was actually quite nice. it was the cleanest and most quiet hostel i've ever stayed in! also the beds were comfy. sure they messed up our booking, but everybody makes mistakes. i think they managed to make it up to us quite well. we paid less than we were originally supposed to, no-one had to sleep alone at any time, and on the second night we got private rooms which was good, and they had made our beds and brought us towels! we all thought it was pretty adorable, and only a mint on the pillow would have made it better! tho i know you had to sleep on the floor (i slept on a temporary bed too) but they could have put you in some room alone which wouldn't have been very nice.
oh i don't know if i'd call everything in the place squeaking like a mofo quiet. and those top bunks were ridiculously high. on my last night my hair actually touched the ceiling when i would turn, lying down. it was terrifying! and trying to get in and out of one of those things, especially in the dark was dangerous. pretty sure it's not allowed. and that matress on the floor killed my back. i'm still suffering and not amused and i hate them. where as the place we stayed at in malmo was amazing. and didn't have weird communal showers unsuitable for prudes.
but yeah, each to their own i suppose.
t. grumpy old tukru :/
MmMMmMMmMmM... I'm so hungry reading this. I love that guy with the wings. (Oh, now I'm hungry for chicken wings). AND YOUR POETRY JACKET O_O!!!
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