Posts tagged ‘travel’

June 8, 2010

if a horror movie would take place in an airport

.. it would definitely be Moscow Sheremetyevo. I’ve had nightmares about that place. The ground crew is rude, nonchalant or perhaps just ignorant. The airport is medieval, information is lacking and there is a very, very, very small amount of English spoken amongst the employees. At least the ones who had the decency to address me when I was there.

In 1989, when my mami came to Sweden with my sisters they flew with Aeroflot and made a stopover (amongst many) in Moscow. They were treated really badly, and ended up having to sleep on the floor of the airport. Last I was there I honestly thought, for a full ten minutes, that I had missed my flight. Because they changed the gate without announcing it (at least not in English) and no one had any idea where you could find one of those boards with the gate info on.

It’s sad to see that not much has changed since ’89.

Nevertheless, I’ll be spending a full five hours on Moscow Sheremetyevo Airport on the 12th of August. If anyone would like to wave at me or more preferably come and hold my hand, be my guest. Then it’s off to the melting pot (which probably is going to be a real hot pot by then) and time for weddings and orientations and other memorable things.

Life, you better bring it.

A bit more pleasant of an airport. Even though I wasn’t really supposed to take pictures. Naughty.

June 8, 2010

thoughts on leaving


I don’t know how many times I’ve complained about making them. Or actually, I’ve kind of stopped lately. I just don’t make decisions anymore. I just do stuff, when I feel like it, the way I feel like it. Which is great, except it’s not always about what color nailpolish to brush on.

I need to decide when exactly I’m leaving my so called life as I know it. How’s that for a decision?

Bye bye hometown life. Me by Sigrid.

Hello big city life. Me by Morten.

I promise I won’t go back to that horrid hair though. It still puzzles me how it went from coalblack to redish brown from a month in Beijing. Anyway, in case it’s unclear to some, I’m moving to Hong Kong. Yup. It feels weird actually saying it. It just dawned on me that I’m actually moving, as in not coming back in a really long time. Oh snap.

I’m doing it. No question. Because it’s what my gut tells me to do. And everyone who knows me, knows that I’m a lady of the gut. Not the heart, not the mind. After mistakes made, I learned that the gut is the golden in between. What I really want to do. It’s written in stone. HK is going to be immense. I’m going to learn new things, while doing stuff I love, in a city I adore, (in abundance) surrounded by the most inspiring subjects imaginable – people.

So here’s the tricky part. Departure on
A) August 3rd from Stockholm (+ ticket not too expensive, minor chance to see FC Barcelona in HK, – pretty fucking early)
B) August 6th from Copenhagen (+minor chance to see FC Barcelona, a bit later, – pretty fucking expensive)
C) August 11th from Copenhagen (+ ticket not too expensive, perfect week before wedding, time to chill, – no chance to see FCB, short on time to travel and BLUH)

I’ll just embrace some good old escapism while sleeping on it.

March 2, 2010

The one where two musketeers reunite and I’m 19 in HK!

My birthday is on December 11th, for those of you who don’t know. This year, I turned 19, which isn’t a particularly fabulous age… But hey, any reason to celebrate is a good reason to celebrate!

As always there was an initial plan…
Friday 11th: Work until 4pm and hang out with co-workers.
Saturday 12th: Tilly n Tina would come visit from Sanxiang to celebrate properly Sat night and stay until Sunday then head back.

and a final plan which involved me getting on a bus to Hong Kong Friday afternoon, texting Charlie and getting him to join and popping up at Mirador Mansion around 9pm that night. Finally found Charlie (or he found me) around 10ish and ended up just talking and talking and talking and talking and silly C made me completely loose track of time so I ended up not going out to meet my fellow Swedes at LKF for Lucia celebrations…

But the weekend turned out to be grand anyway. Spent Saturday walking about, going to Lantau and seeing another big Buddha, then having really nice Indian dinner (and trying those papadams Charlie was going on and on about), hanging out at a pub with the smalles glass of Guinness ever seen and finally hitting the clubs of Wan Chai with cool cat Anders, his girlfriend and her fun loving Indonesian friends.

Turned out pretty cheap too, as I didn’t have to pay for a cabride home. Wan Chai MTR starts running again at 6.30 ^^….

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February 10, 2010

The one with the Golden week

Counting down the days until weekend was easy, but it was counting down the days until our first holiday that was our main goal. Autumn Festival or Golden week, which starts with the Chinese National Day on October 1st, was a week we’d been looking forward to for a long time. There were so many suggestions for what to do during this week, including trippin’ up to Inner Mongolia, soaking up the sun on the beaches of Hainan or be amazed by the marvelous city of Hong Kong.

We chose the latter.

However, National Day we spent in Guangzhou. On National Day, we said goodbye to all the guys taking the 40h train up to Hohhot and chillaxed before our third companion arrived. In the evening we watched some fireworks, which were beautiful, and just walked around on Bai E Tan Jiu ba Jie (Bar street in Fangcun).

The next day we hit Hong Kong and so the infatuation began. We didn’t really do that much, just saw the nunnery, went to Kowloon park and hit Ocean Park (which was AMAZEBALLS) and Lan Kwai Fong (party party party!). Mostly we just chilled and walked about in Causeway Bay, where we were staying. I wasn’t in love then and there, but I wouldn’t be able to resist giving the city of many M&M flavors, pretty lights, impressive sky scrapers and amazing shopping several chances…

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