Trainrides are always dreary business. It’s then that little things make your day.
Like the conductor whose mobile phone went off right when he was checking our tickets. The tune of choice? Country Roads, by John Denver. He really must love his job.
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Last week, while waiting for a contemporary Swedish dance show to start, I suddenly realized that I know the word fish in five languages:
# fish
# Fisch
# fisk
# sakana
# piscis
Must be the Swedish air.
And here I am, back from Stockholm, and I brought with me a whole bunch of photos. You can either click the image above to view the set on Flickr or visit the Gallery right here.
It took me ages to not only sort through the roughly 550 photos I took and condense them to a more humane number, I also gave each and every one a name, tags and even a description. Just to show you how much I care. Have fun!
Update: I just added Geo Tags to most of the photos, so you can actually see where they were taken on a map(when looking at them on Flickr).
Since yesterday I’m in Sweden (and will be so until Thursday), visiting my sister and her husband to be, enjoying as much fish as I possibly can and missing my girlfriend who unfortunately is not with me but is instead slaving away at her job in Vienna.
Be prepared for shiny updates filled with stories and pictures of the land of Vasa on my return.
The American Cemetery near Omaha Beach is quite impressive. It’s a vast area, and every single piece of grass looks like it’s been manually trimmed.
When we visited, the weather was perfect, but despite the warm sun, looking at the thousands of crosses wasn’t exactly making me feel chipper.
Nevertheless, it’s really one of a kind, so I recommend it to everyone visiting the Normandy.
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