Experience after Experience
Door: Kevin
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05 December 2015 | Zweden, Jönköping
Hey everyone,
I am still alive and doing well the last few weeks before I come back to Holland for a while. I just played football and decided to write a blog on this rainy, dark and mostly lazy hangover day.. My blog is not going too much into detail today, because 1. So many activities happened the last few weeks 2. Today I do not feel like writing a long blog and 3. What will be told in this blog can not represent how we have actually lived.
My blog is going to start with 2 weeks ago, which was called the “International week”. This week was specially for the people that want to see and mostly taste everything of the world, but do not have the money, time or guts to fly all over the world and explore the different cultures. The biggest mistake I made was by taking breakfast before one of the international day, after this day I felt like they could roll me around the world. And ofcourse everyone loved the stroopwafels, speculaas and “peppernuts”, because they are Dutch (enough said). The worst thing I tasted is the caviar from Kallas, but it’s on my bucketlist to try even the worst things from Sweden. Even though I am really scared for the “stinkfish”.
On Saturday we went to the biggest club in Jönköping for the first time.. A miracle I have not been there / heard about it the last 4 months.. At the end, that might be a good thing because otherwise I would be sleeping under a bridge now with the “Jönköping Journal” as blanket. 140 Krono entrance, over 80 krono for a beer and then the club closes at 2 AM. Yes I love Sweden. Maybe that explains why there were mainly 50+ people that try to re-live their youth. Actually, even yesterday there was a reunion of people that have been in Akademien in the sixties. Standing next to one of these experienced party animals made you drunk in no time, the smell of alcohol reached from Räslätt back to Akademien. But remember: “Age is just a number”.
On Sunday there was a table football tournament and not much has to be said about that one. We tried to lose as fast as possible, so we had more time to relax in Sockertoppen ;) That went quite good.
Then on Wednesday it was time to go to Brussels! In the airplane Gabriele and me felt like a king, because people cancelled their flight, because of the terrorist attacks in Paris, or maybe they just cancelled their flight, because they were sick, just some suggestions.. If we knew this, we should have brought balls to play some jeu de boules. The moment we got in Brussels I had to take care of Gabriele all the time, because he tends to forget his bag and imagine what these soldiers do with a unidentified bag in a corner. It felt like we were in Iraq, not in Brussels. So our first mission was to find “Manneke pis”, but damn that little guy was nowhere to be found. Literally after 2 hours we found him and realised we could have done 1000 things that are better than walking around for this little kid. We were not even able to make a funny picture with that guy, because obviously they need 3 police officers with big guns to protect a little statue which is bigger on the map than it is in reality.
Then we went to Leuven, because some Belgian friends told us this was the place to be. So first we went to every bar to drink a shot, until we found out that they have a “nachtwinkel”. This means that in Belgian they have something better than in Holland; You can get your drinks in the supermarket until 2 AM. Comparing this to Sweden is totally funny, because in Sweden at 2 AM even the biggest clubs shut down. Bottom line: “We went out, had a good night sleep in the hostel (which we were obviously too late for, but at the end everything always works out) and went the next day sightseeing in Leuven, Liege and Maastricht. These 2 days we got completely “Belgiumed” as we ate waffles as breakfast, chocolate as lunch and beer as dinner.
In Maastricht we booked a Stayokay and after we had found that one in the middle of the woods, it was time to go out in Maastricht. This night I had a lot of fingers pointing at me, because I was representing Sweden as I was wearing the overall and a Swedish national jersey. So I walked around like a clown, we took some drinks, one hell of a shot, “1 frikandel and 15 kroketten” and we went to sleep. The next morning we did some sightseeing in Maastricht and mostly eating “Peppernuts, stroopwafels and oliebollen.” After this, it was time for the surprise of surprising my parents. First I surprised that opened the door, luckily she didn’t scream so loud so that my mother could hear it though. Then my mother came and was ofcourse super excited. I surprised my brother while he was playing some video games and he must have been happy to see me, because he stopped playing the video game and joined us for a city tour. Definitely that Gabriele has been the first Italian that has been in Meterik and after we saw the highlights of Meterik after 10 seconds, we went back to my house and called my dad to surprise him from work. At the end, it felt like he has a ball of glass, because he was not even surprised that I was home again. So we ate some Chinese food and continued our trip to Amsterdam. Btw: “I left some tissues and chocolate for the emotional moments.” ;)
Our hostel in Amsterdam (actually it is a wonder that we did not even have to sleep one night under a bridge) was located right away in the centre (even though Amsterdam has many centres). We went out on Friday and had a good sleep in beds that could have been used in the second world war. But really, I could have slept on anything these nights in Amsterdam.
The next morning I was about to say, but actually it was not morning anymore, we went to the Amsterdam Dungeon and Madame Tussauds among other things. In the evening we wanted to go to Yellow Claw, but it was sold out. So we went to the casino first, but Gabriele lost his ID (told you he loses everything) and as karma decided to be good on us, the moment we walked back to the hostel we got tickets offered for Yellow Claw in Paradiso, a former church. Sinning at night and praying in the morning. I knew Dutch people like to complain, but this time Gabriele complained in the queue in the rain as if he was made from sugar and has never seen rain in his life.
About the next day I can be short in this blog: “What will be told in this blog can not represent how we have actually lived.”
Amsterdam was really a trip on a high level and very intense. The crazy thing is that I never experienced it like this before. I have been there with my parents when I was young and furthermore sometimes to support my football team, but I guess that some Swedish people have been experiencing more in Amsterdam than me.
On Monday morning it was time to go back to reality and the only thing I wanted to do in the bus was sleeping, because sleeping was not #1 priority this trip. The problem was that I had to finish my part of the group assignment and the moment Gabriele was sleeping in the bus/train I had to work the whole trip on that school stuff… Told myself I would never work on school stuff during trips, but that one backfired quite quickly.
The two days after I came back from this trip, I have been part of the interior of school and on Wednesday the Lion King Kick-off group reunion took place.
Yesterday was full of activities. It started with the Greece International day where I decided to take my breakfast. After this, there was another Taco Night in Akademien with live music from the music band “Australian Sunrise.” As cherry on all of this, the last Raslätt party took place yesterday, because many international students are going to leave and will not come back in January. The afterparty took place nearby Raslätt at the Technoverket.
Now it is time to finish my blog.
The next few weeks will be full of goodbye party’s for many people and also am I going to live in the library for these weeks, because the exams start within one click of the fingers.
Will see all of you the end of December!
Cheers!
I am still alive and doing well the last few weeks before I come back to Holland for a while. I just played football and decided to write a blog on this rainy, dark and mostly lazy hangover day.. My blog is not going too much into detail today, because 1. So many activities happened the last few weeks 2. Today I do not feel like writing a long blog and 3. What will be told in this blog can not represent how we have actually lived.
My blog is going to start with 2 weeks ago, which was called the “International week”. This week was specially for the people that want to see and mostly taste everything of the world, but do not have the money, time or guts to fly all over the world and explore the different cultures. The biggest mistake I made was by taking breakfast before one of the international day, after this day I felt like they could roll me around the world. And ofcourse everyone loved the stroopwafels, speculaas and “peppernuts”, because they are Dutch (enough said). The worst thing I tasted is the caviar from Kallas, but it’s on my bucketlist to try even the worst things from Sweden. Even though I am really scared for the “stinkfish”.
On Saturday we went to the biggest club in Jönköping for the first time.. A miracle I have not been there / heard about it the last 4 months.. At the end, that might be a good thing because otherwise I would be sleeping under a bridge now with the “Jönköping Journal” as blanket. 140 Krono entrance, over 80 krono for a beer and then the club closes at 2 AM. Yes I love Sweden. Maybe that explains why there were mainly 50+ people that try to re-live their youth. Actually, even yesterday there was a reunion of people that have been in Akademien in the sixties. Standing next to one of these experienced party animals made you drunk in no time, the smell of alcohol reached from Räslätt back to Akademien. But remember: “Age is just a number”.
On Sunday there was a table football tournament and not much has to be said about that one. We tried to lose as fast as possible, so we had more time to relax in Sockertoppen ;) That went quite good.
Then on Wednesday it was time to go to Brussels! In the airplane Gabriele and me felt like a king, because people cancelled their flight, because of the terrorist attacks in Paris, or maybe they just cancelled their flight, because they were sick, just some suggestions.. If we knew this, we should have brought balls to play some jeu de boules. The moment we got in Brussels I had to take care of Gabriele all the time, because he tends to forget his bag and imagine what these soldiers do with a unidentified bag in a corner. It felt like we were in Iraq, not in Brussels. So our first mission was to find “Manneke pis”, but damn that little guy was nowhere to be found. Literally after 2 hours we found him and realised we could have done 1000 things that are better than walking around for this little kid. We were not even able to make a funny picture with that guy, because obviously they need 3 police officers with big guns to protect a little statue which is bigger on the map than it is in reality.
Then we went to Leuven, because some Belgian friends told us this was the place to be. So first we went to every bar to drink a shot, until we found out that they have a “nachtwinkel”. This means that in Belgian they have something better than in Holland; You can get your drinks in the supermarket until 2 AM. Comparing this to Sweden is totally funny, because in Sweden at 2 AM even the biggest clubs shut down. Bottom line: “We went out, had a good night sleep in the hostel (which we were obviously too late for, but at the end everything always works out) and went the next day sightseeing in Leuven, Liege and Maastricht. These 2 days we got completely “Belgiumed” as we ate waffles as breakfast, chocolate as lunch and beer as dinner.
In Maastricht we booked a Stayokay and after we had found that one in the middle of the woods, it was time to go out in Maastricht. This night I had a lot of fingers pointing at me, because I was representing Sweden as I was wearing the overall and a Swedish national jersey. So I walked around like a clown, we took some drinks, one hell of a shot, “1 frikandel and 15 kroketten” and we went to sleep. The next morning we did some sightseeing in Maastricht and mostly eating “Peppernuts, stroopwafels and oliebollen.” After this, it was time for the surprise of surprising my parents. First I surprised that opened the door, luckily she didn’t scream so loud so that my mother could hear it though. Then my mother came and was ofcourse super excited. I surprised my brother while he was playing some video games and he must have been happy to see me, because he stopped playing the video game and joined us for a city tour. Definitely that Gabriele has been the first Italian that has been in Meterik and after we saw the highlights of Meterik after 10 seconds, we went back to my house and called my dad to surprise him from work. At the end, it felt like he has a ball of glass, because he was not even surprised that I was home again. So we ate some Chinese food and continued our trip to Amsterdam. Btw: “I left some tissues and chocolate for the emotional moments.” ;)
Our hostel in Amsterdam (actually it is a wonder that we did not even have to sleep one night under a bridge) was located right away in the centre (even though Amsterdam has many centres). We went out on Friday and had a good sleep in beds that could have been used in the second world war. But really, I could have slept on anything these nights in Amsterdam.
The next morning I was about to say, but actually it was not morning anymore, we went to the Amsterdam Dungeon and Madame Tussauds among other things. In the evening we wanted to go to Yellow Claw, but it was sold out. So we went to the casino first, but Gabriele lost his ID (told you he loses everything) and as karma decided to be good on us, the moment we walked back to the hostel we got tickets offered for Yellow Claw in Paradiso, a former church. Sinning at night and praying in the morning. I knew Dutch people like to complain, but this time Gabriele complained in the queue in the rain as if he was made from sugar and has never seen rain in his life.
About the next day I can be short in this blog: “What will be told in this blog can not represent how we have actually lived.”
Amsterdam was really a trip on a high level and very intense. The crazy thing is that I never experienced it like this before. I have been there with my parents when I was young and furthermore sometimes to support my football team, but I guess that some Swedish people have been experiencing more in Amsterdam than me.
On Monday morning it was time to go back to reality and the only thing I wanted to do in the bus was sleeping, because sleeping was not #1 priority this trip. The problem was that I had to finish my part of the group assignment and the moment Gabriele was sleeping in the bus/train I had to work the whole trip on that school stuff… Told myself I would never work on school stuff during trips, but that one backfired quite quickly.
The two days after I came back from this trip, I have been part of the interior of school and on Wednesday the Lion King Kick-off group reunion took place.
Yesterday was full of activities. It started with the Greece International day where I decided to take my breakfast. After this, there was another Taco Night in Akademien with live music from the music band “Australian Sunrise.” As cherry on all of this, the last Raslätt party took place yesterday, because many international students are going to leave and will not come back in January. The afterparty took place nearby Raslätt at the Technoverket.
Now it is time to finish my blog.
The next few weeks will be full of goodbye party’s for many people and also am I going to live in the library for these weeks, because the exams start within one click of the fingers.
Will see all of you the end of December!
Cheers!
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