There was a plan; a budget; an itinerary of potential ‘potentials’, but now, taking sip to my third kaffe refill, my plan is recycling itself in this Great Scandinavian Eco-system.
When I sat in London pondering on where I should live I need not have worried. The old ‘metro’ map from which I used to judge distance has been throw out, now I can catch the handsome sea blue tram that glides down Avenyn, sail across the estuary taking sight of the grandeur ships and towering arms of the cranes. Never mind that you won’t understand these ‘ticket machines’ on board these stealthy crafts, your monthly pass will get you as far away as the islands. So I forget you London, I am no sardine in your can. I crawl home now, late in the night because here in Gothenburg I’ll be home in a flash and all the while curing a hangover in this impeccable Swedish air.
The last six weeks have been special and entirely due to the people I’ve met, my classmates, all 130+ of them who are fantastically supportive of each other, the woman whose smile made me fall over a stack of shelves at the local supermarket, the waiter who gave me a free coffee the day I arrived – sorry I dropped it!, the waitress at the university cafe who teaches me Swedish every morning, the tram driver who ran around naked in my apartment and I’m not sure why?, the Erasmus students who live at the Kings Head, my Swedish friend Julia who offered me a place to stay when I arrived, the Rotary Pub who have given me a job behind the bar, the warm locals who I’ve gotten to know, in particular Alex who gave me a wonderful tour of the city before travelling to India and my flatmates, Chris; Michael; Jacob; Riyaz and Vala but more on them later as they are very much part of my story.
This blog will be an interaction, a dialogue with the people who live here, finding out why and how they do the things they way they do, what makes Gothenburg so often referred to as ‘Little London’ a unique place to live and somewhere along the way, I’ll be finding myself in here too.