The world according to børk

So after my late breakfast, me and my bro went into Gothenburg (or Göteborg) to straighten out my various thangs that needed to get done. We drove to a mall by the central train station to check get me a train ticket. It good to have someone that is fluent in a language to help you get things done. The guy behind the counter knew English and we could have figured things out, but it went so much faster in his native language. I now have the train dropping me off an hour and a half prior to the boat cruise to Helisinki.

Typical middle class house in Sweden

We ended up cruising back and forth through the mall trying to get information on the bus line down south to the suburb where Craig is living. Apparently they changed the name of the bus line from a number to the Santa Rosa line. Err... ok. That's not even vaguely a Swedish name. Anyway, got the ticket - figured out the bus lines. Then off to try and find udon noodles for the supper and a city map and touristy crap for me. 

Moose shaped ice cubes? There is a God...

I managed to pick up some fridge magnets, change my Norwegian kroners for Swedish kroners, and get details on a sightseeing ship down in Gothenburg. We also walked around the central area near the train a bit, at least enough for me to get a more comfortable feel. So basically feeling out the town and getting my bearings and how to get around. 

This beer is more metal than you are...

Back to the homestead where Lovisa made some tasty traditional Swedish potato soup with a fine creamy butter flavor. We had celery, paprika, and sea salt to toss into it and finished with an "over pancake". Basically a pancake with a lot of egg cooked on a big cookie sheet. You add linganberry preserves on the top. It was tasty.

After a couple more episodes of Prison Break to get Lukas and Philip to sleep, me and Craig wandered down to the bus stop so I would know which way to go to get back to the house during the day. Hit the Shell station by the bus station for a cheap hot dog craving and got it free since they were about to close shop and the gal was going to toss them. Sweet! Nothing like free gas station hot dogs.

We had a shot and an beer and proceeded to play Bank Ping Pong. We had to use one of the walls of the garage to bounce the ping pong ball off of before it hit the table on both sides. Tricky, but I think we now have an addition to the next Olympic games.