Swedish Berries part 2

Okay so as you read it in the part 1 of this adventure, I visited the Swedish capital with Nizza and Sultan last July and had a blast. We roamed through each borough of the city and had incredible fun during our one-time night out on the town. We went to a place which I don't even remember the name but I just know it must have contained a lot of consonens and was probably high-pitched lol. And so that's how we managed to get there with a few people from our hostel. The bar we went to was actually an outside bar on the street in downtown Stockholm. It was nothing that memorable or fun since we were stuck with boring guys that were actually a bit loser. One was German and realy uptight, I kept calling him "Deutscher Bratwurst" which means "German Sausage" lol. He was in fact quite cute and I thought he was gay since he was always hanging around with his effiminate counterpart -a Mexican chihuahua- it was actually not a real chihuahua but a latino drama queen lol.

It turned out both of them weren't gay. Too bad for me; I thought I could've showed him that Quebec sausages are quite big and tasty as well, we might not have homemade sauerkraut but we have really tasty poutine sauces. Anyways, back to the point here, so we went out with these two guys and also a very constipated Finnish guy who looked finished after two beers. I also thought that one was gay (!) lol. I don't know if it's because I was way too horny or if it's because they were all a bit queer but hey, that's what I thought.

And so we all gathered around a table and ordered ricidulously expensive cocktails. I mean yo you're in Sweden, you can't expect less than that; you have to pay like 20$ for a drink and 15$ for a beer!!! Let me tell you that when the booze is that expensive, daddy drinks less and sucks his straw to enjoy each sip of pesos he's just spent! I could drink almost three times more in Canada for the same price. Oh and as a matter of fact, I don't even drink that much so imagine someone who ain't a "cheap drunk" like me! I don't even wanna think about it! You would probably have to send your bank account in the "reabilitation section" of a hospital afterward!

So all I can remember from that night out is that Nizza was about to hook up with a crispy local Swede who was a bit older and stupid but that still had it going on for him and was also truly charming. I was getting drunk (after two drinks, so after spending 40$) and started saying stupid stuff without ever stopping to breathe. I could go on and on and on and on talking about Nizza's "tranbär" (cranberry) which is a new inside-joke we've coined together. I usually call a body, an ass, a middleleg or a person a "pâté" which is a french word for a meat pie or any kind of dough stuffed with something. But that's history as I now call all of them things tranbär which means cranberry in Swedish. I like to use obnoxious metaphors like that just to stimulate people's brains and make'em learn new words lol!

Nizza and I spent the night together after our boring companions had vanished and taken the route back to our hostel. We then remained seated with Nizza's potential cock and his filty-mouthed friend/boss. I was gettin sadder each minute as I was daydreaming about canoodling with a local Swede and I couldn't even seem to get a chat with anybody. Sometimes I think I'm cursed; I mean anybody with a bit of sex appeal would be willing to work his magic in Sweden but I can't seem to succeed at that task. Maybe one day I'll come back from Sweden after having popped a "tranbär" and be like goddamnit, "mission accomplie"!!

Our stay in Stockholm ended after four days as Nizza and I were scheduled to meet up with Terrine and Nizza's brother Thorn Art in London. Sultan had become overly weird with Nizza and he was trying to marry her as he was supposedly threatened by his social situation and might have to go back to his native country Uzbekistan if he didn't marry. Of course that was fuckery and we got to realize it pretty quickly so we would distance ourselves as much as possible from him near the end of our stay. I left for London pretty early on the last day and flew with SAS for the last time, AMEN! Nizza joined us a lil' later that day at around 10pm. The rest of our journey will be aprehended in my next article. Stay tuned ;-)!

Swedish "tranbär" (cranberry)

Sergels Torg in Stockholm

Gamla Stan Stockholm (Old Town)

Cute Swedish squirrel

Stockholm Street Festival

Canadian Performer Talulah

If you think the cigarette packs in Canada and the US display
nasty pics, you haven't seen the ones from Norway!!!

Swedish Berries part 1

My second stop in Europe after Norway was Stockholm, Sweden. I was incredibly thrilled and anxious to finally get to see it as I was dreaming to do so since the tender age of 16 years old. Back then, I began to be fascinated by Scandinavia and naturally, by tall and gorgeous blond Viking men. My boyfriend at the time (and also the only one I've ever had so far) didn't seem to comprehend why I had such an interest for it. He was half Columbian and half Québécois and wasn't notably smart... lol! Anyways, back to my trip.

So not only was I pleased to visit the Swedish capital, I was also pleasantly escorted by Nizza and Sultan, a friend of ours we met last year in Nice, France. For the whole length of our stay there, the three of us had booked an eight-bed dorm at the 2Kronor Hostel in Gamla Stan, Stockholm. The hostel was quite small and cute and we got to meet plenty of nice people there.

The first day we arrived there, Nizza and I were quite tired as we had been hiking at Preikestolen the previous day and didn't get much sleep as we had to pack our luggages (re-pack in my case)! Funnily enough, despite both departing from Stavanger, Norway to Stockholm, we were scheduled to take different flights as she had found cheaper deals with Scandianvia Airlines. I had a very agreeable direct flight from Stavanger to Stockholm with Skyways while Nizza had a stop in Oslo. Both of us stopped in Oslo that week, which made me feel so lucky when I saw that there had been a terrorist attempt on July 22nd! That was one very sad and unfortunate event!

When we reunited at Stockholm-Arlanda airport, Nizza was waiting for me with Sultan who had suited up and had brought her a bouquet of flowers. After we had stepped into the hostel, we didn't even feel like going out anymore; we need to settle down and try to feel at home. The second day, we met a Brazilian guy named André who was from Belo Horizonte and who gently went sightseeing with us. We went all around Gamla Stan and Skeppsholmen and then walked to Djurgården. We saw that there was an amusement park there called Gröna Lund. Nizza really wanted to go and we all agreed that it would be funny!

That's how we spent the rest of our day; riding rollercoasters and screaming at the top of our lungs lol! We had a blast there and had the opportunity to do each ride like three times. We went to a haunted house called "Spökhuset" which scared the shit out of me! You gotta know that there was stage actors popping out of nowhere screaming and grabbing us! Once we went into a room where the "Saw" movie's main protagonist was seated, I though it was a statue but then it stood up and walked in my direction. I was scared shitless so I hurried to grab Nizza's arm lol! She wasn't frightened at all and seemed to think I was exaggerating lol! Trust me, I wasn't!

We really had a blast that night at Gröna Lund and I would highly recommand it to anyone visiting Stockholm without discrimination of age, gender or even salary (lol), even though the entrance costs about twice what it would cost you to go to LaRonde (Montreal's Amusement Park) for a day! While in Stockholm, we mainly walked and got some sightseeing which involves of course visiting every isle of the area (Södermalm, Norremalm, Gamla Stan, Skeppsholmen and Djurgården), downtown Stockholm and the Swedes themselves. For those of you who haven't had the chance to visit Sweden yet, you should write it down on your "future travel" list as not only is it a beautiful country that has a rich history and culture (and economy!), this country's habitants are also beautiful and rich themselves! I'm gay so of course, I eyed up them Swedish men -that's a no-brainer- but I also noticed how gorgeous and hot the Swedish girls are!