| easter boredom |
[21 Apr 2003|10:29am] |
after our easter plans to go to my old-boss's farm in Denmark fell through, me and T decided last minute to go check out Gothenberg. We rented a little silver Audi and zoomed up there, taking a huge box of cd's for a 3 hour drive.
Gothenberg was nice, but I guess I was expecting more. it was prettier than Malmö, but definitely no Stockholm, situated on the coast in an industrial area. The buildings were nice though, in a sort of Dutch style, more elaborate than Malmö and higher too. We just walked around the first evening, trying to get a feel for the city and find places we could come back to later, but we were knackered too and ending up going back to the hotel, eating our packed lentil/quinoa salad from earlier and crashing out. The next day we walked around again, but it was Good Friday so everything was closed, and we decided to drive a bit north of Gothenberg. We checked out this Viking fortress (very Lord of the Rings) and then drove up to a really pretty area on the coast with lots of tiny islands dotted around. We took a ferry over to a really cute island called Marstränd and walked. It was the end of a very good Scandi day - crystal clear blue skies, no pollution at all. Such a cute place, with cobbled streets and wooden houses. I bought a cream knitted beanie from a little gallery and then we got a ferry back.
That night we decided to get drunk and go out, so we started with a good meal and wine in an overpriced Italian in the tacky central area where our hotel was. Then we went back to our room and got started on the vodka and orange. for some unknown reason, I decided to snort some and nearly blew my brains out. Fuck knows why I did ever did that before - its nasty-up. T was chugging his vodders and then we took a cab to this club called Nefertiti. It was pretty quiet when we got in, so we just drank a few Hoegaardens until it warmed up a bit. By then, we were both hammered and we bumped into some girls we had met in Malmö before. Typical swedes, a bit chilly really, but i guess we were pretty drunk and disorderly, so maybe they were reacting to that.
Time just disappeared and me and T were too uncoordinated to even dance really, even though the music was decent house. The dj couldn't beatmix for shit, though, although they had bigged him up, saying he was from France or something.
Eventually, I bundled T into a cab and we went back to the hotel, where he then chundered several times. I cleaned him up and got him into bed, thinking he had got everything out, but the next morning, he had upchucked everywhere; on the floor, on his duvet, on the bags! I have never seen him so mash up - it was hilarious. Unfortunately, check-out time was 11am so we had to get our hung-over arses in the shower, pack and then we sat in the car for about an hour, trying to chill and get our heads together.
Eventually, we made it to a Burger King, where T ordered a meal and then got all bitchy about eating it. I understood how he felt though, when you feel that rough, you just don't want to eat even though you should. This annoying bloke in a wheelchair came in, tripping and making a scene. I burst in on him on the toilet and he tripped, then when he came out he tripped at the staff, complaing about the lack of a seat in the loo. For some reason, T was cracking up at this (I think he was still a bit pissed) and then the guy tripped at him, saying " hey, man, what you laughing at man?" which made T wet his pants with laughter.
I hate when Swedes use "man" when they talk to T - its so obviously because he's black, 'cos they never say it otherwise.
Then we went walking again to the shopping area. I bought a light blue and white striped wrap-over top with red trim and a bright limegreen vinyl photoalbum with a foxy mama on the front. It had www.presenttime.com on the front, but I can't find it on the website.
We went to a pretty boring decorative arts museum, before the hangover got too much and we zoomed back to Malmö.
Overall it was nice to get away, but I am a bit sick of Scandi now. I want to go somewhere fresh and new.
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