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So, it turns out that it was only me and one other bloke who were driving to Stockholm, that 10 hrs ride. Alone. Together. In a rather small car. But it went okay. We talked for about 7 hours and then had nothing more to talk about. The silence streched out, enveloping the car, it was raining and we were in the middle of nowhere. Literally. I was expecting a sign saying: You have now reached the middle of nowhere. As it turns out, driving dark roads at night through large forests and no housing can really make you feel like you're not moving at all. It felt like we would never get there. Then I called Britta, who was already there and asked how we could most easly drive to the conferance, and she told me they didn't open till the next day. Bummer! Of course, she did point out that we should come to the party she was at outside of Stockholm instead and spend the night there, so we stopped by a gas station. Bought a hamburger, feeling like we were part of an old time horror movie because it was filled with weird locals who kept staring at us like we had invaded their turf or something, got the beers and got out. Then we drove to the party. Which kicked ass! I realized that I was several hours late on the drinking, and that everybody else were already way drunker than I usually get, but they all helped me get as drunk as them, and gave me a bottle of "Fisk" Fishermans friends liquer. The next morning I regretted it, but that night was really shiny.
Me and Ole Ma, the guy from the car, then travled in to Stockholm to get more Fisk and to see the sights. And promply forgot where we parked the car. We had to walk for hours to find it. After that we just went right up to the convention.
The convention, however, was the best one yet! My lecture went great with a big turn up of people, the other lectures were really interesting, we had sauna parties every evening, and I had long drunken philosophical discussions with this guy, Kristoffer, every night. The food was magnifizent and everybody were really nice. I'm so glad I went!
On the way home we visited a saint's (Birgitta?) prayers cave. It was quite cool. Apperently she was some big-shot political/religious woman from the 12th century in Sweden. And then I slept in the car all the way home.
Me and Ole Ma, the guy from the car, then travled in to Stockholm to get more Fisk and to see the sights. And promply forgot where we parked the car. We had to walk for hours to find it. After that we just went right up to the convention.
The convention, however, was the best one yet! My lecture went great with a big turn up of people, the other lectures were really interesting, we had sauna parties every evening, and I had long drunken philosophical discussions with this guy, Kristoffer, every night. The food was magnifizent and everybody were really nice. I'm so glad I went!
On the way home we visited a saint's (Birgitta?) prayers cave. It was quite cool. Apperently she was some big-shot political/religious woman from the 12th century in Sweden. And then I slept in the car all the way home.
