My erasmus winter semester 2007 met in Sundsvall during the last weekend. Although I did not even spend 48 hours in Sundsvall it was toally worth money, time and effort to go there. I arrived on Friday evening, met the Spanish girls at Wayne's coffee, had dinner and then we awesomely partied in O'Learys. On Saturday we had brunch in the city, I visited Jonny and Marzena and joined the others later on for skiing near Sidsjön. Saturday evening we had a preparty at Johan's place and invaded later on the good old Kårhuset where I finally met Sebastian and Solène, too. It is quite funny to see the connections between the different erasmus semesters.
After a good long sleep on Sunday morning we met again in the city for brunch, but only shortly, because the Dutchs and me had to leave at 12. They dropped me off at the trainstation. On the way we figured that I would only have 10 minutes between arrival of the train and closing of the check-in. When I had booked trains and flights one month earlier in Nicaragua I did not really care if I would catch my plane in time or not. I assumed if the weather is that bad that the train is delayed, the plane would likely be delayed, too. So my train was supposed to arrive in Arlanda at 15:09. And right on time at 15:09 the voice announced the next train stop - Uppsala, 15 minutes before Arlanda. In the end my train was almost 30 minutes late in Arlanda. I think, it was fun to watch me. I crossed the terminals running. My escalator was stucked with dozens of people with huge luggage impossible to pass, so I ran down the escalator that was moving against me instead of with me. Hilarious. I reached my check-in totally exhausted, explained that I would not need any luggage, just a seat on the plane. The girl checked me in with the typical relayed Swedish mentality. First the paper for ticket did not fit properly into the printer. So she turned it, tired it again, folded it, tried it again. I could feel the seconds. She looked me up in the computer, found me wanted to book me a seat and then she realized: "Do you want to have seat at the window or in the middle" - "I DONT CARE! - but give me the one next to the window...". So I got my ticket, ran to the scanners, begged all the other passengers to let me pass first, because my plane was going to take off in 10 minutes. I passed the scanners and reached my gate 5 minutes before take-off. When I reached the gate, the other passengers just started to complained "Damn, our flight is 30 minutes delayed". I had to laugh. So in the end, everything went fine and I arrived home on Sunday evening.
The pictures are far not complete, yet. I did not make any, but the others did. Since they are either busily working or still on Sweden holidays it might take a while to get them. Until then, enjoy the party pictures from O'Learys:
After a good long sleep on Sunday morning we met again in the city for brunch, but only shortly, because the Dutchs and me had to leave at 12. They dropped me off at the trainstation. On the way we figured that I would only have 10 minutes between arrival of the train and closing of the check-in. When I had booked trains and flights one month earlier in Nicaragua I did not really care if I would catch my plane in time or not. I assumed if the weather is that bad that the train is delayed, the plane would likely be delayed, too. So my train was supposed to arrive in Arlanda at 15:09. And right on time at 15:09 the voice announced the next train stop - Uppsala, 15 minutes before Arlanda. In the end my train was almost 30 minutes late in Arlanda. I think, it was fun to watch me. I crossed the terminals running. My escalator was stucked with dozens of people with huge luggage impossible to pass, so I ran down the escalator that was moving against me instead of with me. Hilarious. I reached my check-in totally exhausted, explained that I would not need any luggage, just a seat on the plane. The girl checked me in with the typical relayed Swedish mentality. First the paper for ticket did not fit properly into the printer. So she turned it, tired it again, folded it, tried it again. I could feel the seconds. She looked me up in the computer, found me wanted to book me a seat and then she realized: "Do you want to have seat at the window or in the middle" - "I DONT CARE! - but give me the one next to the window...". So I got my ticket, ran to the scanners, begged all the other passengers to let me pass first, because my plane was going to take off in 10 minutes. I passed the scanners and reached my gate 5 minutes before take-off. When I reached the gate, the other passengers just started to complained "Damn, our flight is 30 minutes delayed". I had to laugh. So in the end, everything went fine and I arrived home on Sunday evening.
The pictures are far not complete, yet. I did not make any, but the others did. Since they are either busily working or still on Sweden holidays it might take a while to get them. Until then, enjoy the party pictures from O'Learys:
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| Reunion in Sundsvall |
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