Monthly Archives: June 2006

i can shoot pics and groom simultaneously


the premise beyond stockholm was simply to ride until i found sun. such a californian thing to do… and not a wise adaptation here. slowly i’ll get it. i chose to end the day 600 km away in östersund simply because it had ”sun” in the name and i could fulfill my premise… weakly.
the day after brought more of the same… slightly better weather, but i changed my premise to the more manageable ”ride until i see another motorcycle like mine”. hadn’t seen one in the last few days, but sure enough, now that i was really looking, i spotted 2 within minutes of each other near arvidsjaur… had to stop. found a secluded spot along a lake, behind a barn. set up camp. hid from the bugs. slept 12 hours…

Stockholm, even YOU’RE adorable


your quaintness is complicted like a russian novel…. but since i only gave you two days, i have very little to tell…
actually, stockholm had some of the best people-watching i’ve encountered. partly because the young and fashionable try SO hard, and partly because of the heavy-metal-fans who are a bit like the ghosts of an unwelcome past. i’ve never been more aware of clothing as costume… it seemed a bit absurd. and memo to the men of sweden: nothing screams “eutered male” louder than capri pants. they are not suave and “beachy”… find your diginity. reclaim your manhood. respect yourselves. christ.

Sweden, you’re aDORable!


no one ever told me of the giant marshmallow fields of western sweden… but no one had to tell me that thsee plushy sugar farms are run by oompa loompas…
ipso…
facto…
today i decided to follw any road that took me towards a viking/hobbit name… heading north towards Törg, Trollhättan and Vargon i passed by göteborg’s SECOND ikea store… but it was closed for midsummer’s… (they don’t even close for christmas, do they?) i had thought a pilgramage might be in order… thankfully, circumstance set me straight.
since sweden was going to be shut down for a few days i was on the fence about whether to head straight to norway or deal with the holiday headache… since i missed the exit to oslo while winding around some backroads, i decided to head toward lake siljan, where supposedly EVERYone went for midsummers*. ended up in the town of mora right on the lake… it bypasses sleepy and heads straight to comatose. i didn’t mind.
while watching sweden get their ass handed to them by germany in the world cup, a swede named max stuck up a converstaion with me… a very drunken conversation… i’ll give you a hint… the drunkeness was one-sided, and so was the conversation. nevertheless, when his friends tried to pull him away, he invited me to join them back at his place for a few minutes. i thought it would be harmless. i also thought his place was close by, given his syntax, and not, as it turned out, a 20 minute drive into the woods. i wasn’t nervous (well…), but relaxed completely when we arrived at his place… it was my ideal home. in the woods, lot’s of space, no neighbors, on the lake, big open rooms… just perfect. stayed a few hours, drank many beers, avoided a proper midsummers bash, and was driven back to town by (another) anika around 1am pretty much intact… the only thing that took a hit were my eardrums.

* rule number ONE of taking the travel guide too seriously… i believe lonely planet writers are creatively frustrated, and will use any opportunity to introduce a cleverly illiterative description, even if the adjectives involved don’t reconcile with the facts… for example: “Siljan is Sweden’s salacious summer solstace sunspot”. the shame is mine for taking it at face value…