Sveg

Jag åkte upp till Sveg för att träffa min lillasyster som håller på pluggar till smed.

Vi tittade på den enorma grisbjörnen som hade hakstöd.

Ortens kyrka.

Många fina trähus.

Det tog inte lång tid att gå runt och kolla.

Vi var ute runt tio och det syntes knappt till en människa.

Vi besökte Svegs enda café och upptäckte att det var här alla människor var. Det kanske ser litet ut här på bilden men det var enormt inuti.

Hela caféet hade filmtema, det fanns mängder med olika filmgrejer och affischer där olika rum hade olika teman. Vi åt bulle och drack kaffe i vilda västern.

Den här gubben kunde man få sällskap av till kaffet.

Och om man kände för att köpa ekologiska/fair-trade-grejer så kunde man kika in i FrankenStore. Mycket bra.

Sen gick vi tillbaka till skolan som ligger på andra sidan Ljusnan, Bäckedal folkhögskola.

Vi svidade om och begav oss in i skogen för att klättra i berg. Här är jag i lånade, funktionella kläder.

Det var inte lätt att klättra upp för berget eftersom den hala isen byttes av med hal snö.

Så kom vi upp på det vindpinade berget, kolla in snödynerna.

Där nere ligger Sveg och det röda huset som kikar upp längst ner är Bäckedals folkhögskola.

Vi stannade här en stund för att pusta ut och ta bilder.

Och sen klättrade vi ner igen. Lättare sagt än gjort för som på bilden var det verkligen inte hela vägen. Halva stigen ner var isgata så vi trängde oss genom bushen för att inte dö rutsha-ner-för-ett-berg-på-is-döden.

Dagen efter skulle jag få prova på att smida. Här håller Emeli på att preppa elden.

Så här såg resten av lokalen ut och där i hörnet står pojkvännen Jan.

Efter att alla fläktar var på och Emeli vant tänt på elden var det dags för hörselskydd och skyddsglasögon.

Så här såg jag ut i arbetsoverall och hela kittet.

Här är järnpinnen som jag skulle smida en krok av.

Spexande Jan.

Emeli visade hur jag skulle göra med hammaren och smidartekniker. Jag fick hamra, göra hål, vrida metallen och kapa.

Efter ett par timmar blev resultatet såhär. Så himla stolt över mig själv, haha!

Bike trip to Teufelsberg

Our only real bike trip was to Teufelsberg that is an abandoned US spy station that was used during the Cold War. It’s west of Berlin and it took us an hour to get there.

At the last part we parked our bikes at the foot of the hill and walked to the top.

A fence greeted us, a fence with three layers. A path took us around the abandoned area.

Here and there we were rewarded with great views.

And finally we caught sight of the highest tower which we hoped to climb.

We didn’t find any holes in the fence and arrived at the main gate, which seemed to be opened. A guy on the inside saw us approaching and shut it close just infront of our noses. I had time to be upset before I understood that it was a tour guide. You had to pay to get in, wasn’t happening.

Disappointed we walked away, sitting down a while to admire the view, before going back to our bikes.

As we walked down the hill, we saw another. Going up was a steep climb, not at all like the path up the other hill. We were generously rewarded for our toils. We waved to Teufelsberg.

We could see our next destination, the Olympic stadium, which is just behind the tower block designed by Le Corbusier, Unité d’habitation.

There were more people around here, having picknicks, drinking beer and flying kites.

And this small plane was going back an forth riding on the winds.

Agnes did some compulsory tourist posing.

We went down the hill using stairs that we didn’t see before going up the tough way. Our bikes waited patiently for us.

Lastly the Olympic Stadium which we also only looked at from the outside. Some really stern architecture.

At this point we were really tired and I thought the whole world had turned against me before Agnes told me that I needed food. So we went to the first place we could find and ended up at a kebab place at Neu-Westend. Could possibly be the tastiest food I’ve ever had. At this point we realised that we’ve reached our limits for the day and bought tickets for our bikes to take the U-Bahn all the way home.

The day we read through our dissertation at the beach

Before we submitted our dissertation we spent a day at Krumme Lanke to read through all of our work to get spelling mistakes and see if something was missing. As we were pretty tired of being cooped up in our small apartment as we’ve been the last weeks, we printed a copy of the work and took it to the beach.

With us we had watermelon salad. Here soon to be mixed up.

We found a shady quiet spot and sat down to read, one half of the work each which we swapped when done. Sometimes I lay down and watched the canopy shift in the breeze.

Now and then we got company by this duck family.

Not too bad sitting here doing this rather tedious work.

In the afternoon it was time to hop in, taking turns watching our stuff.

So after six hours we had gone though the 200+ pages and filled them with notes to look at the next day.

How do you survive 36 degrees?

Last weekend was crazy hot. So hot that clothes seemed unnecessary, moving around too much was a bother and ice cream the only thing on my mind. If it hadn’t been for planning to go to Krumme Lanke, a lake at the end of our u-bahn line, I would have preferred staying inside where it was a bit cooler. Going to Krumme Lanke was a good choice though, the water was cool and as the lake is surrounded by a forest it shadowed the beach. We had packed lunch, watermelon salad and potato salad. The potatoes in the salad directly imported from Sweden where there is a thing to eat the newly farmed potatoes during summer, something I haven’t been able to find anywhere else. It is actually the only food I’ve missed from Sweden so far, I know I’m weird. So I was very happy about eating cool salads, swimming now and then when the water from the last swim had dried of in the warmth and just watching people. Agnes and I were there the whole day, and Fanis joined us around four. A very good decision to come here.

Because Friday

After a slow day with not much done, we ate out and moved between bars. At this place (don’t remember the name) we had vodka sours in whiskey glasses.

At Freischwimmer I found DRY CIDER!!

And we shared a dessert. Poached vanilla sauce with raspberry sauce. So weird we had to try, it was like panna cotta.

Agnes was as always with me, looking fab.

I was pretty excited to have my first cider in Berlin.

When we were done at Freischwimmer we walked 20 metres to IPSE which is right by the canal and had this huge rotating crystal chandelier.

It’s an outdoor club but we were there around ten and there was barely any people. But we sat by the water, drinking cheap white wine and sent existential messages to our friends.