Getting home in Stockholm

Unfortunately my life is not scandalous enough to have fun posts of gossip and rehab visits like the celebrity sites so you'll have to deal with the details of my average nightlife. Sandy and I attended a houseparty at Olov's last night, a nice affair in which we met some more Swedish people. And incredibly one of the girls there was related to a member of the Concretes - an awesome Swedish pop band. Considering Sofi, the exchange student from last year, went to the same high school as the guys from Mando Diao (another good Swedish rock group) it seems that everyone is related in some form or another to awesome bands. I figure it won't take long before I find someone that can introduce me to backstage passes to hip shows of even cooler Swedish bands.

After the party was winding down Sandy and I ventured off to catch the last metro of the night. Never a good idea in a strange city and no back-up plan. We had timed it well but were distracted by the idea of late-night snacking. I'm sure you will all be pleased to know we have found the Swedish replacement to poutine! Its call tunnebrodrulle and its basically a flat bread with a hotdog, potatoes, condiments, lettuce, peppers, etc. Its pretty damn delicious at 3:30 in the morning (although I'm pretty sure that we will find out later that only the hobo's in Sweden eat this stuff as we were informed at the party that the beer we have been drinking is the cheapest crap in town and that most of them wouldn't even think about buying it).

So after grabbing our food we dashed off to the metro and from running down the stairs and onto the platform quickly jumped into the open doors of the last train. Too bad it was heading the wrong direction and we passed the train that we actually needed to be on. So now we were even further away from home with no metro's left to get us back. Thus our multi-hour and multi-bus adventure began. I think we asked about 6 busdrivers how to get home and I swear each one only knew their own routes. Good thing they all spoke English though. So our planned trip of 30 minutes turned into a 2 hour tour of the Swedish bus system - which incredibly runs quite well at 5 in the morning, dropping us off fairly close to our residence. Another night safely completed - and with the amount of darkness up here it was easy to fall asleep and get some hours in before the sun came up.

PS. I don't have any pictures of buses or anything so this picture from my window will have to spice up the text.

PPS. In Swedish, I took the bus this evening is: Jag aker buss i kvall. But I'm sure I wouldn't pronounce it right if I said it.