I am an exclusive Swed

This last weekend was absolutly fantastic, I'll tell you about Friday.

STOCKHOLM!! After many hours of travel by train, bus, plane, and foot, travel companion Rex and I made it to the Backpackers Hostel in Sweden. Part of the reason why we chose this particular hostel was for its "Free interent! Free sauna! Free Pasta!" It was pretty great, until the sauna shut down due to "sabatoge" (a plastic bottle on the stove), and the interest shut down because it was Sweden. But there was no end of free pasta, the 10 gallon bucket was repeatedly refilled each day. So it made good on some of its promises.

Day One: Adventures with Fins and Royalty Abounds

So these are the Fins, and there is one more snapping the flick. They offered us beer, thanks! Blue Cap with Frozen Boogers invited me to return to Helesinki as his guest. The Buff Blonde used to run in Moskow, now he weight lifts.

After enjoying their drunken conversation, Rex and I stormed the Royal Palace from 12:15-17:37. I've never seen so much luxury. Never ever. Pictures were not allowed, but just imagine if all the bling from the Wu Tang Clan and P Diddy was bigger diamonds with more gold, you'd have one case of the Royal Treasury, okay, like half.

Then we went back to the hostel and had pasta soup. I added pepper to mine. Old pepper. It tasted like barnyard. Never again. Ever.

Night One: Free Drinks etc.

Working on a 25 euro/day bugdet can be tough, especially when it's time to party, ahem, hit the clubs. Rex and I decided that we would just have to shameless flirt and tease to score free drinks, work it!

I had the most fantastic drink of my life at the Roxy, where none of the leisbians would hit on me, and all the dudes thought Rex and I were together. No free drinks there, BUT! we did get the skinny on Cloudberries (more to come) from a very happy Swed.

We moved on to another place we passed on the way, Garlic and Shots. Excuse me, but with a name like this, it is meant for our traveling duo--if you've cooked/eaten with us once, you know it's true. So when this bar was closing at mid-night! it was time to find another one. But where?! I asked this one guy who looked like he had been having a good time. He note only told us he knew a place, but that he would take us.

GREAT!

"Is it nearby? We like to walk."
"Nah, we vill toke eh cob."
"Oh, well we don't have money for a cab."
"It's sokay, I vill pay fur et."

"Is there a cover charge for this place?"
"No, I have a promise. We vill get in, I am an exclusive Swed."

"The drinks are too expensive here."
"It's okay, I will pay for it."

"I have two dreams. I vill tell you the last one...first. I want to have orange trees on the west coast."

Rex and I couldn't remember his name, I don't think he ever told us. Probably because he thought Rex didn't speak English.

So we leave club East, and we're hungry. Convinently enough, a sausage stand is across the street. We have money left for a big one and a little one. We ask the Sweds in line in front of us for a recommandation. They tell us to get two big ones.

"We have money to get one of these and one of these, not two of those."
"It does not matter, I vill pay for it."

I had mine with dried onions, ketchup and mustard dispensed from one of these:


Then we walked home revelling in our adventures. Thanks Sweden!