The Mega Trip Part 9 (The Great Wall)
With the land-based portion of my adventure through China nearly over, I realized that I was still missing a significant piece of what I wanted to see before returning to Japan. Kung Fu. So, after […]
Peder and I left our pousada in Trancoso and started out for our day’s 30 km walk at around 11am. The plan was to follow the coast all the way to Arraial d’Ajuda, a neighboring […]
You know how I’m always seeking out new and interesting experiences? Well last weekend I went drift racing. One of my coworkers, Miki, is extremely into cars. He has a Limited Edition Impreza (one of […]
Picture yourself looking up at a blue sky peeking through a huge canopy of leaves on a perfectly clear day in Kyoto. As the faint sound of Japanese flutes recedes softly into the background, it’s […]
I’m here. In Tokyo. Finally. During my idle time on the flight over I kept on thinking, “what am I going to write to everyone once I finally get to Japan?” Most of you already […]
The following is not actually a single narrative of one continuous evening, but a composite of many. It’s written as a representative summary of my average night out in Kyoto. Nothing is exaggerated. It’s Saturday […]
As many of you probably know, my next trip has already begun. I’ve been partying it up in Thailand for the past two weeks, and although I have been taking the usual slew of photos and accompanying blog notes I haven’t had a moment to finalize any proper posts. My plan is to spend a few weeks catching up in the Southern islands (maybe Phuket or Koh Samui) once Herb, my travel companion, heads back to New York in early January.
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Because my time in Sweden was so limited – barely a day – I have just a few observations to make: Continue reading »
I mentioned a few posts ago that, on arriving in Copenhagen, Peder and I were greeted by a rather unwelcome surprise. Our plan to return to Oslo by bus hit a snag when we learned that all the companies had changed their rules, forbidding bicycles on board. So we caught a train to Sweden instead, hoping that we could figure out a way home from there. These things tend to work themselves out, one way or another.
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Moments after we arrived at Gothenburg’s old defense tower, an extremely strange-looking man appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed all in black, with a lazy eye and a mohawk. “You guys wanna shoot?” he offered in a semi-slurred voice.
Peder gave me a look. Its meaning was clear: “Time to get the hell outta here.” But in my naïveté, I didn’t understand what the man seemed to be offering.
As I stood there confused, the two of them exchanged a few more words in Swedish. Then Peder’s demeanor changed completely.
The man wasn’t offering us drugs at all – it turned out we’d inadvertently walked into his shooting range! A few dozen meters down the road a friend waited patiently with a high-powered air rifle and scope. They’d been shooting cans in the dumpster next to where we were standing.
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Our plan was to take the 8:23 train from Copenhagen, but after wandering around the wacky wonderland of Christiania until nearly 2am, neither of us could bear to get up – so we hit the snooze button and caught the 10:23 instead.
It was fast, clean, and comfy – but neither of us slept, thanks to a less-than-considerate mother who didn’t seem to mind letting her 3 kids behave like they were in some sort of playground 
When we arrived in Sweden – officially my 43rd country – Peder led us straight to a hostel he already knew.
Being half Swedish, his mother just happened to be from Gothenburg – so in addition to offering me some interesting tourism, the stop would double as a trip down memory lane for Peder. He knew about our hostel because it was located in the very same building where his family used to live.
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