Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Out of the hole

The last month or so has been somewhat of a whirlwind. A backlog of assignment and deadlines that had to be met, before travelling to Finland and Estonia, followed closely by several exams, cumulated in my plate has being pretty full (and showers not necessarily taken daily). Nevertheless, I had a life before hand – these are the tails from then!

Tyresta

Having explored much of the city for several weeks, a couple of us had begun to develop the very first inklings of ‘inner city monotony’. The repetitive days and endless homework’s had begun to take their toll on these unhardened ‘country’ lads.  A decision was made to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn't Stockholm.

Smaller lake in Tyresta
Tyresta national park is situated about an hour south of the city and three of us made the one hour bus journey to escape the bright lights, if only for a couple of hours. On arrival, we planned a route and target, a large lake with small islands about 7km into the forest, and departed – true 21st century pioneers – smartphones in hand.

Although no moose’s were spotted, the scenery was stunning; miniature inland lakes, moss covered rocky faces and tall pines were abundant. Even the large area affected by the 1999 fire (center below) we had to cross had an intrigue of its own; as we had to clamber over and under the scorched remains.



Atop a shear rock face looking out to a lake, we stopped for lunch. Taylor was recounting tails of the Red River gorge in Kentucky when he was unwittingly belaboured with a discarded apple. I had attempted to launch it into the lake, but failed dramatically as my grip slipped and the forsaken fruit careered into his face; even though he was sat behind me.

View from the pick-nick/assault
The hike came to an abrupt end when we luckily decided to check the time of the last bus home. 40 minutes to cover the 7km back to the bus stop, else face a night alone in the woods with a long walk home! Thankfully we made it, somewhat breathless but with 3 minutes to spare.

I Moustache you a question

At the time of writing, Movember is in full swing and my furry friend is delighted at the fact he gets a mention. The several weeks’ growth is proving fruitful and I am just about acclimatised to the looks of dubious confusion or rye smiles that great me daily.

The official Movember Sweden launch party, however, took place in October and a few friends and I secured places on the guest list. A chance to meet fellow Mobro’s and Mosista’s, discuss issues of men’s health and fund raising ideas, was fuelled by an unlimited supply of alcohol and accompanied by several Swedish young ladies we had befriended. The night was a good laugh to break up the study week and we hope to throw our own Farsta Movember party later in the month.

Photo Courtesy of Movember Sweden

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Djurgården!!!

Ice hockey is big in Sweden and seen as the Pittsburgh Penguins aren’t too local, I have become an avid fan of Stockholm’s most successful team Djurgården (DIF). I caught my first live game with friends before the exam period, in which DIF triumphed in a nail biter over rivals MODO hockey.

The atmosphere is similar to a football match in the UK. With chants and songs being sung all game long and fans proudly sporting team scarfs and flags. I was particularly roused by the Swedish rendition of “Hej Jude” – though I’m sure the lyrics may have been somewhat more expletive and derogatory to the opposition. Every time Djurgården scored, the crowd joined voice in some variant of “Jingle Bells”, to the delight of us non Swedish speakers as we could participate in shouting the final “HEY!”


Excitement builds as we already have tickets to another game this coming Saturday and we are slowly building our Farsta fan base as more and more people join us with each game.


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