Hah! I got the shitty island internet up and running again.
Yeah, this might happen from time to time, but i'll be back wednesday so get ready for that, i will bombard you with the finest stories of my intriguing ego and life here on the little island with shitty internet.
But i suppose i can tell you all about my journey here, so let's start shall we?
So last Thursday i got up at 5:30 a.m. and got ready, since i had packed my bag the day before with mostly everything i could possibly conceivably need, i only needed to pack my tooth brush and some other small hygenic articles. So i got dressed and so forth, then i was off to the train station. Now i live on the west coast, and i was going to a little island far off the main land on the east coast. This would prove a problem, since i had to take a long trip, first accross sweden's main land from west to east, and the half-way through the baltic sea. The first step was traveling the the snobb-haven; stockholm. And boy do i need to tell you what i think of that stinking shithole? It's full of pretentious, sport-jacket wearing neophytes. I am willing to bet you that the collective IQ of all citizens in stockholm is still a two-digit number.
Anyway, i had to take the train there, which left at 7:30 a.m. So i took the tram down to the station and bought myself some snacks, beverage and a Subway sandwich, i don't believe i need to go into such great detail so as to describe what i put on it?
Then i got on the train. The trip took 3 hours, so i spent most of my time practicing artifice.
When it arrived i had about 30 minutes to find the next train that would take me to a small town where the ferry would go from. Being because it was in stockholm of course it was very difficult to find this next train, because the haven't gotten on to the idea of signs that point you to your destination. So i had to ask at a counter. Eventually after some pladder with the plebs i got on the other train, which was a short-distance train in comparison to the previous one.
When it arrived i walked for about 100 meters, and got on the ferry. The second train ride, which had taken an hour to finish dwarfed in the great period of time it took for the ferry; four hours. Luckily there was a table where i sat so i could continue practicing .
When it finally arrived, my dad came to pick me up with his old, blue, used Passat, a car which had deffinetly seen better days.
There, a little treat for you to read to make up for my inactiveness, it'll get better when i reurn, i promise you. I will also then share with you some stories of what has happened on the island.