Blogs are a great way to avoid doing such things as Swedish homework, applying for jobs, cleaning the house etc. so here goes, lets see how long I can make it last for.
Firstly; the photos, again I have added a whole bunch from the last few months in their own categories. Just when you think nothing happens in your life, it turns out you have all these photos from stuff that happened, equaling a not so boring life.
Since the last post, summer has been and gone. It was a short rainy affair but a few bbq's were had and therefore it was not a complete washout. The days were long, as were the drinks. The men wore no shirts, a pleasant bonus for +20 degrees. The women also wore no shirts, but only in parks and while lying down on their stomachs. We enjoyed the midsommar celebrations and by the end of a long day of drinking we decided to create a new blog dedicated to boobs (which was actually achieved).
I managed to have some pleasant adventures on my newly acquired bicycle (thanks Sam). I also enjoyed the wonderful treatment of the Folktandvård (the national dental service). After enduring a week of non-stop anti-inflammatories that were surely decaying my insides, I ventured into a public dental clinic. This area is where Australia could learn a thing or two. The Folktandvård provide emergency same-day service where the appointments run on time and the dentist is good-natured and informative. Overall they charge you for the procedure rather than per hour, even if the procedure takes three appointments so your wallet remains relatively fat. If only I had not been in such remarkable pain from the onset of a root infection, I would surely have enjoyed myself more.
Our adventures away from Lund have been few but we have enjoyed the company of a family and friends within our humble abode. Jochen's brother Carsten and his partner Ulrike visited for a few days. Luckily for us they brought the sunshine with them. More recently, Brianne, a friend from my wild Dumaresque St days, visited with us as well. Brianne and I gallivanted around the countryside and caught up on some well missed Australianisms mumbled through our beards. We even made it to Copenhagen, the big city across the sea! It does have a dirty, busy, city feel, much different to our country lifestyle in Lund (Lund has about the same population as Albury-Wodonga combined, but much more densely populated). This city escape was the highlight for me in terms of sight seeing. It was new and exciting but it is somewhere I must go back to for proper exploration before I decide on it's amiability. One afternoon is definitely not enough to see this oddly disparate new against old, harsh yet quaint, sea side city.
All visitors, so far, are addicted to Nutella! Make sure, you too fit the profile of Smolka/Harrison guests, either Nutella or Vegemite (however, please bring you're own Vegemite, my supplies are dangerously low).
The start of August was particularly exciting with the amazing New Power Generation Prince Concert! I found a fellow Prince fan in Kim and thus we set off to Copenhagen to enjoy the day long festivities. In the line up from earliest to latest was Nikka Costa, Paloma Faith; a British blues singer trying to make a pop career with some cool songs and Wonder-Woman-slash-American-Indian-glitter costume. Cruising along with some soul/R&B from Raphael Saadiq followed by Chaka Khan, you may remember Chaka from the early 80's with "I'm every woman". Last but not least, Prince! Fantastic energy, great music, amazing musicians (my secret desire to be a back up singer was reignited - you know what I'm talking about Hef!),and an awesome vibe from the audience. We rocked out, sung along to classics like "Raspberry Beret", "Cream" and of course "Purple Rain". The lights were flashing, the music was blaring and then it started raining. Purple? Was it part of the show? No! We were soaked to the bone and that sage old saying "There's no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing" had an ironic ring to it, luckily our picnic blanket doubled as poncho. Unfortunately the concert was rained out and we all trampled through the mud like a sad herd of cows to the metro stop. Special thanks to Kim, who navigated us there and back, provided excellent company, and also let me take first hot shower after freezing our arses off!
