So, I was back in Stockholm for the second time, which was a great time, I met some wild folks and found an awesome karaoke place that was off the wall and filled with some of the most beautiful girls I had seen in Sweden (up to that point). Somehow ended up also being let into an exclusive night club after that, where, according to a friend I made in the evening, said that they only let you in based on looks and then you get to pay to go in. So somehow, I don't know if the stars just aligned right or what, but I get in and get the 2 others with me in, one of which was about a 6'8 tall, 400lb, giant with a shaved head and a goatee. We had met initially because he started talking to a group of people I was talking to and I just started messing with him, he looked like he needed it. I told him I could take him in a wrestling match, he liked me after that and thought I was funny. I am glad he didn't take me up on it, he would still be hurting... Anyway we get into this night club and it is only filled with gorgeous people and it is basically just an enormous penthouse/night club. The big guy, Peter, was so stoked that he got in that he bought my entry and all my drinks for the evening. It was a great evening and I was very responsible. No worries, family. So the next day I head off the Skara, a small place in the dead center of Sweden. I was hoping it was going to be another Gnarp experience, so I was fired up, for the most part, I had a bit of a headache from the great evening the day before, I was not feeling in tip top order. So I hope the train to Skara, sleep the whole way on the train and get off where I was supposed to, I was stoked. I get off and hop the correct bus, I was killing it I thought, smooth sailing. Hope the bus to where I am supposed to go and the directions I had were, actually nonexistent, so I assumed I had to take a cab there, which I did because the place was about 6km outside the town in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, in the middle of the forrest, the nearest property was some massive farm that I dont think I ever found the end to. SO the cab drops me off and I wander up the place and it looks pretty beat down, I ring the bell.. no answer. I ring it again, no answer. And the doors are all locked. I set my stuff down and start walking around the place looking for humans, and my head is still throbbing too, so I look like a zombie with retardation wandering around the place. After a while of searching and semi exploring the weird horror-movie-type atmosphere, I discover that the place is completely vacated. Apparently it shut down, but didn't feel the need to notify any of the hostel websites. I then realize the epic mission that had befallen me. I am 6km from the nearest town, no working phone, a total of about 60 something pounds of baggage and a monumental "headache." I was pumped, but before I had even started I kind of started laughing, thinking this story was going to be so good later. I started the trek and before I got to the main road I flagged down a woman and asked her if there was a bus station near by that might be running? She pointed me in a general direction and said she didn't know if it was still running, and I kind of gave her a bit of insight as to my situation but she seemed not all too invested in the topic but empathetic at the same time. So I thank her for her help and walk down a ways to the bus stop, and I had missed the last bus by about 10 minutes. I waiting around for another 10 thinking maybe it was late. It wasn't. So I knew what I had to do, (ps I am not dragging this story on, I promised I wouldn't, these are all vital facts for the story), I knew I had to give me first run at hitch hiking. Truthfully I was kind of excited. I was hoping maybe a trucker would pick me up, or some weirdo that would give me hilarious stories. So I am walking down the highway now, thumb out, backpacks riding high and filled to the max, and I know I had a funny grin on my face thinking about all the funny scenarios. Maybe a bus full of Swedish models picks me up because I look like a lost puppy? Maybe this is how I meet my wife?? I know there was no way some of them were plausible, what woman in her right mind would stop and pick up some one looking the way I did that day. I probably looked like I had the ebola virus or something, I was not a healthy looking pup. But anyway, I walked for a little bit with no luck then I turn around and a volvo is pullin over right behind me. It turns out it was the woman who I had told me story to before and she felt bad, went and got her mother to ride with her, and came back to give me a ride. She felt safer with her mother with her, so she had her come along. They end up helping me get sorted with a neat little place to stay as well and I end up nestling down in a nice little single room by myself. I got the R&R I needed and felt like a new man. It was good. Skara was a bit of a dingy town. I think I walked through the whole town in like an hour or so. It was pleasant though. I had some good pizza.
From there I went to Gothenburg, and that place was awesome. And hands down, the hottest girls in Sweden. I fell in love more times there than in Stockholm. I dabbled in a bit of partying, and had a nice time sight seeing there. They had a really cool park that was a good break from walking the city, even though the city there was great. Last night though was a highlight. Gothenburg is known as a bit of a rock n' roll town. One of my favorite bands is from there actually, and another bar I had been in a few time had a plaque from the band thanking the bar for the good times and the beer! I thought that was legendary. Anyway, I caught word of this place called RockBaren, where all the rockstars go and it is known for being a very heavy atmosphere with rock playing all the time and cheap drinks. The place was everything I had hoped for. Great cheap food, cheap whisky, awesome music that you could request and they would play (obviously I had Guns N' Roses put on) and the atmosphere was just solid. I was glad it wasn't like a Hard Rock or a Planet Hollywood type place. They only had a couple things on the wall, mainly pictures, like of Mick Jagger having a drink at the bar and Dee Snyder and a few others. It was awesome. The type of atmosphere I loved. I had such a good time there, talking to all these people about music and drinks and whatever. Very cool place to hang out. Most everyone there had piercings and tattoos all over, I think I was the only non-decorated human in there actually. But I was accepted anyway. I think it was my hair.
I woke up super early this morning and was pretty fired up to embark on my trip to Denmark, though I was actually kind of bummed at the same time about leaving Sweden. I knew I couldn't stay there for much longer, or else I would be completely broke. Regardless I was ready to set off on a new adventure. So now I am here. And we will see what comes next. I am due to leave for Germany in a couple days, so that should be interesting too. Lookin forward to that. Time to eat. Goodbye.
