Doing some shopping – and more
Yesterday I went shopping in the bigger town (“Thn”) that is about ten-fifteen minutes away (by car – a little longer by bus). It’s pathetic really, how different it feels from shopping here. This is probably just me, but I feel more confident there and even thinner (LOL), even though it’s basically the same as this town (“Vbg”), only bigger.
First I want to have my eyes checked up, then looked for new frames. After that I did some grocery shopping. There’s so much more to choose between in this mall, including yummy (soy) ice cream cones.
To finish off I went into the town center to the library to get a library card. Again, there’s so much more to choose from there. A month or so ago, I went to Vbg’s library to look for a couple of books, to maybe sit there and browse through them before I decided if I want to borrow them. It turned out they didn’t have them. The library in Thn did. I wish I’d had time to sit down and look through a few books. Maybe I’ll borrow some next time.
Before I left I checked if they had my two books and they did. They’d even put one of them on the side of one of the bookcases to promote it. I still can’t believe I saw that. It feels completely unreal.
A day out
Yesterday I was going to Gothenburg, to a clinic, to re-take a blood test that they’d taken but neglected to send along to the lab, or at least so I’d been told. When I’d already booked a return ticket and was sitting on the train to Gothenburg, an apologetic nurse called and asked me if I was already on my way. They’d found the test result and I didn’t need to come all the way there. Great. I lost money on that, and the trouble is this was the second time I was going there to re-take tests they’d made a mess of. More money lost for me… Not that they’ll ever compensate for that, that sort of thing doesn’t happen here. I barely got an apology. And just to make it clear, this is a private clinic.
Mom wanted me to get off the train and return home, but since I was already in this other town where I sometimes go to do some shopping, I decided to stay a while. I’d still be back long before I would have if I’d gone all the way to Gothenburg.
This town is more than twice the size of the one I live in (suffer in, more likely) and there are more shops and far more choice when it comes to – well, just about anything. I found some delicious vegetables (and berries) that I hadn’t seen or dreamed of buying for years. I also made a visit to the health food store and found some veggie stuff that I can’t get anywhere else (or rather this is the closest place for it).
On the way back, the bus driver pointed out that using the credit card to pay my fare, would be far more expensive than getting a bus card. I told him I don’t travel very often so it wouldn’t be worth it. It turned out that he recognized me from when I used to ride this bus far more often. I said it’s too late now anyway, since the bus was about to leave. He said: no, it’s not, I’ll wait for you. So I hurried back and refilled the bus card and got back on the bus. That was so nice of him. I’m sure that no ethnic Swede would have been quite that nice about it (I don’t know where he’s from, but it was obvious that he was an immigrant). He was nice to the other passengers too, offering to help a girl get her baby and stroller off, but in the end, another passenger did it for him.
So, all in all, my day turned out a lot better than I’d imagined and at least did something to compensate for the failed trip and the grumpy old man and the surly old woman who glared at me at the bus stop. This town is famous for its unpleasant, unreliable and ugly people and I certainly can’t argue with that.
Rain…
I went to do some shopping today and when I was about to walk outside again, it started to rain. Not just a little, it really poured down in sheets. ‘Whole water’ as we say. I had to wait until the rain stopped again (temporarily) to start walking back. By the time I got back, I was soaked through – at least my shoes and my hair. This is probably the worst/rainiest summer I’ve ever experienced. Is this part of global warming? Well, at least rain should be better than droughts.
A little outing
I went on a little outing yesterday and spent half the day on buses and trains, but managed to do a bit of shopping, which was kind of fun.
On the bus to Gothenburg, I ended up having one of those awkward attacks of coughing, that I tend to get when I’m tense or nervous. Two youngish men who sat in front of me got up and left rather hurriedly, which reduced me to a fit of laughter. I wonder if they thought I did it on purpose to get a little more privacy.
On the way back, the bus drove straight into a thunderstorm. One minute, the sky was clear and it was quite sunny, the next everything went dark and the rain came down in sheets. I ended up getting completely soaked in the few seconds it took to get from where one bus dropped me off to where I’d be waiting for the next. My shoes were completely submerged, even though there were drains here and there to get rid of the excess water. :/
I really need to get out more, and since the weather is just ‘unstable’ as opposed to just rainy, I might try to cram a little fun into the next couple of days. What I really want to do is go to some historic monuments or museums, but a bit of shopping will do, I suppose. I’ll see what I can manage.
This town…
Yesterday when I was on my way to the bank (to get an electronic ID) a couple of people positively glared at me and my sister, who was walking with me. One kid actually laughed at us. What’s wrong with this town and the people in it? That sort of thing never happens anywhere else. Not even in Stockholm, where people are said to be really snarky and rude, especially to visitors and tourists.
On the bright side, someone finally called us on our brand new cool Skype phone. It was a wrong number, but it was kind of fun anyway. (Pathetic? Probably. Sigh.)
Coolest professions
The other day I read about which professions are considered the ‘sexiest’ when you’re looking for someone to date. I found that with one exception, I didn’t agree at all. Doctors? Hm. Heroic, maybe, but dating someone who is around sick and dead people doesn’t really appeal to me. Then I started thinking which professions do I think are the coolest. Not to do, to date… This is what I came up with:
‘Coolest’ professions
1) Musician/singer/songwriter/rock star
2) Reporter/photographer
3) Meteorologist/Climate expert
4) Archivist/Historian/Archaeologist
5) Sound technician
I’m sure if I considered some more, I’d come up with others, and others might disappear but this is just what occurred to me on the spur of the moment.
A visit to Gothenburg
Yesterday (Wednesday 24 August) I went to Gothenburg to see my friend from Scotland. The day started out rather badly, with me almost missing my train, even though I’d got up an hour earlier than I usually do, just to make sure nothing like this happened. I would have missed the train if the train host hadn’t been looking out to see any last-minute stragglers. Finally, one minute past the train’s scheduled departure time I was in my seat, hot and breathless from my run. Why do these things always happen to me? LOL.
I arrived in Gothenburg at around 10 am. On the way, I’d texted my friend to let him know I was on my way, but it turned out he hadn’t received it. I was a little concerned that I wouldn’t be able to find him especially since he wasn’t on the plaltform waiting for me when I got off the train. On the other hand, I didn’t go on the one I’d told him I would. I had just found out that I’d be able to take a direct train, and not go by the roundabout route I’d made up. Since he was already on his way, it would have been difficult for me to reach him. I stood at the end of the platforms, right outside the railway station searching for him and fortunately, very soon he came wandering around, looking form me, looking a little lost. As soon as he turned in my direction and I waved at him.
He told me he’d found out that the musuem didn’t open until 12. Since I’d already told him about another museum, quite close to the railway station, we decided to go there. There was supposed to be a short history of the actual building (“The East Indian House” – named for the East India Company). We started with that. The city of Gothenburg was founded in the early 17 century (ie 1621) and the place where the museum is now, had some buildings on it from that time. The present day building was built somewhat later. It’s been a museum for 150 years (the anniversary was celebrated earlier this year).
That exhibition was quite small and only involved one rather narrow room or corridor, but it was very well made, with a representation of the building with cutouts so you could look inside at photos or objects from its long history.
After that we moved on upstairs to the 17th century room, the 18th century room and the 19th century room. We were in a little bit of a hurry so unfortunately our viewing of the 19th century room had to be cut short. This is the sort of thing that I really love. By displaying objects from the era, the museum had succeeded in visualizing the period. There were glass display cases, but also fullsize models of objects and so on. All in all, I think we were given quite a good impression of what life would have been like in those days.
For instance, in the 17th century the upper classes had spring water brought in from a place outside the city center (which is today merely a part of the city). I’m familiar with the place because my mother’s cousin lived there for many years. According to her, people still went there to get fresh water, but today mostly because they appreciate the taste. However, in the 17th century (and probably later too) the poor took their drinking water from the canals. For this reason throwing trash, dead animals (or people), household waste etc into the water was illegal, but as you can imagine, that was impossible to prevent. In other words, the poor drank sewer water. Ugh. No wonder it was a long time before people really wanted to move to the city. The countryside must have been healthier up until the mid-nineteenth century.
Because we were in a hurry, I wasn’t able to find out if there was a 20 century room as well, or if the last room really was a 19 and 20 century room. I’ll definitely return soon and find out. I must say that it was rather difficult to find my our around. The fee was very modest and on top of that, we were given a card that will entitle us free entry into this museum and one of three or four others for the rest of the year. I’ll definitely use it at least one more time.
When it was getting closer to noon, we rushed off to walk all the way to the Museum of World Culture. Some parts of the walk, it rained, but not too much. There was no fee to enter the Museum, only one or two of the exhibitions. We decided to stick to the parts that were free.
This experience was far more ‘modern’ in every way. There were silvery tunnels to walk through, multicoloured lights and big and small video screens all over. The main exhibition was about travel. How humans have always traveled and migrated. No doubt there was much deep, philosophical thought behind the exhibition, but I can’t help but think that it was a bit more flash, than substance. Or maybe it was just a bit too confusing for my linear mind. 🙂 There was a ‘wheel of fortune’ that you could spin to see where you should travel. We waited a while, as a group of people, friends or colleagues, played with that, but in the end, we moved on. I think the wheel was made to spin for far too long, before it stopped. The group members had to stop it by force to see their destinations.
Up a couple of stairs and past a huge cafeteria smelling of food, was another exhibition called Earthlings, which was aimed mostly at children, but I think the parents who were taking their children there took that a bit too literally. The oldest child I saw seemed to be two years old. He wouldn’t have understood anything. I think it was just an excuse for the mothers (and the father of the two-year-old) to get out and get some variety. The mothers were just talking and their children would really not have understood anything of where they were, since they were just babies. The father had sunk down on one of the child-sized sofas and let his boy wander around on his own. Clearly he was too tired to do anything else.
I’m still trying to process the experience and so far I haven’t come to any conclusion, except that it was fun and cool and since it’s free, I think I might return to try and make more sense of it all.
After the visits to the museums we went to find the Indian restaurant we’d decided to go to. It looked a bit more like a cafe, but it did serve lunch and we decided to go in. There was a nice, relaxed atmosphere in there, and the food was simple and nourishing. The owner was anything but Indian but he seemed to have visited India and had a strong interest in Indian culture, at least judging by the photos on the walls, and the spices in the food. On the webpage it was described as vegetarian, but vegan-friendly so when I asked about that, the owner replied that he’d substitute a yoghurt sauce for one with tomatoes. First he served a bowl of lentil soup, which was very nice, then the main course which was veggie burgers, rice, with that tomato sauce and a salad. He also mentioned bread, but I decided to do without that. I don’t like to eat too much when I’m away from home.
When we’d finished our meal, my friend asked if I’d like to return to the first museum to continue our tour of it, but I said I’d rather just go somewhere we could talk in private, so in the end, we just walked back to the railway station and sat down outside and had our chat. After all, it had been two years since we last met and even though we email and talk on the phone, it’s nice to be able to catch up.
Different
I was reading the morning papers online – I’m not into it really, but sometimes when I can’t sleep I’m so bored I feel like climbing the walls, so I do a lot of things that don’t really interest me. However, one thing that keeps striking me is how different I am from what at least seems to be the majority of people. It’s when I read articles about travel, the recipe section etc I notice it the most.
People are expected to love the ocean, beaches, partying, shopping etc. All recipes contains ingredients I’m allergic to, like dairy or eggs or the main spice is garlic, which doesn’t agree with me, and I also don’t like the taste. There are plenty of other examples, but I guess this is enough.
This may seem like very petty problems and you’re right. It’s not really the fact that I’m different that bothers me. I just find it really hard to find the ‘right’ paper, magazine or websites to hang out on. I guess I’ll just have to do better at finding my place in life.
