Hotel Lundia

... me that it's a great place to study. university is free in sweden and the atmosphere is not competitive and driven by interest. students tend to take their time, usually not entering uni directly from highschool. also, the student flat was nicer than anything i have (and continue to) live in. it also has free laundry (!) and free sauna (!!!), which me, sugata and some of his flatmates made use of that night. on thursday i ...

... surround this small group of Nazis (and the international student housing building where I live) and chant really aggressive sounding Swedish words at them. The only thing I could make out was the phrase "Nazi Pigs". It was a really intense scene. People kept throwing things like rocks and those little roadside hazard firesticks at each other. (no guns though - afterall this is Sweden) I am proud to say that the nation I joined - the ...

... They wanted to know why I wasn't in class, and came to tell me about another presentation that we had been assigned that day. WTF? I was like, "what do you mean not in class? It was changed to tomorrow." S. said "no, it was changed back to today at noon" I said "******** man, I checked to damn time schedule twice before I went to bed last night." And N. said "Ah! You don't check the schedule, they don't change that, they change it under 'Lecture ...

... or 450 F. Didn't know that. *I also now know that there are 100 ml in 1 dl. Although I still have no idea what 1 dl looks like in real life. *You're not supposed to make eye contact with people you pass by on the street. If you do happen to make eye contact, for god's sakes DON'T smile at them whatever you do. I recently read somewhere that in Sweden, if a passerby smiles at you, Swedes generally tend to think the smiler ...

... on my corridor. If you're interested, I am currently living within 100 feet (at most) of: M. from Holland, L. from Germany, N. (totally not spelled right) from Portugal, M. and L. from Australia, C. from NY, J. from Ottowa Canadia, M. from Japan, a fellow whose name escapes me from China, M. from Germany, P. from Nice France, and E. from Nevada (?) Spain. Sorry, I should have taken pictures by now, I know, but it ...

... need to make myself a fake student ID, one of these days! The palace was a little bit boring, but the guide made things entertaining - he really is a fountain of knowledge. After finishing up, I cursed the fickle weather here - all of a sudden it was cloudy, windy, cold, and rainy. Off to the neighbourhood of Christianhavn - not much going on here. Next was Christiania, a squatters' community established in 1971 in an old ...

... I had to take a bus from the Airport to Alexanderplatz. I asked someone at the info office if I could buy a ticket on the bus and they said yes. When I got on the bus, all the other people had a ticket and were validating them using these machines. I approached the bus driver and asked her if I could buy a ticket, she just rudely waved me off. So we took off and I still didn't have a ticket. I was concerned that an inspector would jump on the bus and I would be fined for ...

... but for some other countries it would be an ancient history, just the same. It too was built by the already mentioned Christian IV. The dude had a building contractor's mentality, I'd say. In any case, hat off to him for the Rosenborg castle. The city map further suggested going towards Kastellet. I, on the other hand, wanted to get to Nyhavn for the sunset. When I bought postcards upon my arrival in København , I liked most precisely those showing Nyhavn at the end of ...

... with the wind rippling their hair and a placid smile on their faces. Ladies' skirts flow gracefully behind them as they grip the old-fashioned handlebars, while the men look sporty and fashionable with their messenger bags slung across their backs. The previous day had left me with a bad taste of Copenhagen, so I don't find it difficult to admit that I was not very excited about exploring the city. As confusing as it was for me to read ...

... knife and fork, they were fantastic!! After supper I slowly made my way back to the train station, stopping to watch several street performers and a band. Around 9:30 I got to the train station and made my way back to the hostel. I was surprised to see that it was still light outside, and even though I was by myself, in a different country, on a different continent, I really felt completely safe. At the hostel I checked e-mail again, tidied, washed up and was in bed around 11pm.