Day Two -- or "Kill You!"

So I woke up well before everyone else this morning. Went out to get some breakfast and ended up at the Italian post office looking for stamps. I'm telling you, that place is like the wet dream for bureaucracers There wasn't a computer to be seen, and everything was fucking slow, tedious manual labour with fifth generation copies of documents and stamps and what not. I was about to go all Göteborg on their asses and shout "Hallå i lådan!" to get some damn service. Took them more or less 15 minutes to handle every customer. Impressive, to say the least.

When I got back to the apartment, Johan had arrived and was sitting outside at the café having breakfast with Mia and Dave. I joined them only to find that breakfast == Corona.

Breakfast at 9.20 am.

I'm going to log off now, but I'll leave you with this brilliant flamewar from a wall here in Genoa. Peace out.


-- Nik

The Internets are Null

So the Internets are nowhere to be found in Genoa. At least almost nowhere. After asking at a Xerox place for directions, we finally made it to this horrible Internet café where a bunch of Italians are playing casual flash games online for €3/h. I shouldn't make fun of it because that is basically how I make a living, but nevertheless it is quite vexing to see.

Mia on the train from Milan to Genoa.

Anyways, so Mia and I met up at the central station in Stockholm to take the express train to Arlanda. Mia had taken a taxi from Hötorget to the station (that's a 2 minute walk)... Anyway, we made it to Arlanda and all the way to Milan without fuss, even though we had some trouble fitting all the nubbe inside Mias bag which was, for some reason, full of cowboy gear.

Beer in Milan.

After touching down in Milan we had a beer before catching a train to Genoa where we were greeted by Dave the Professor, who was wearing a black cowboy hat. Awesomeness. We wandered around in Genoa for a while before meeting up with Tobias the Doctor, with whom we would indulge in the fine vino rosso of Italy. Brilliant stuff.

Red wine at the café just below our apartment. From left: Tobias, Dave, Mia.

After having a nice dinner at a restaurant that only had one poor baltic waitress (hello, understaffed!), we went back to the apartment and shared a couple of bottles of wine and discussed closures (the geeky meaning of the word). I was beat from getting up at 2.30 am (to eat candy and watch Seinfeld, but nonetheless), so I headed to bed before the rest of the gang.

-- Nik

Day 0, Fail #1

So my clever scheme of not bringing anything and thus not needing a very large bag has failed already. And I forgot to bring my sandals home from work even though I went there today to get them. Probably for the better considering the horrible mess that is my bag.



On my way from the office I passed an empty street where a bunch of seagulls attacked me (yes, with beaks and poo and what not). Luckily I managed to dodge the attack thanks to some skills of mine. Let's not get into detail. If you need me I'll be on the floor playing tetris with my luggage.

– Nik

Diana Rossing it, cont'd


I'm guessing five pairs of shoes really isn't an option after all.



//Mia

Dressed for success


Landing in top fashion city Milan will require an outfit that will not embarrass me. Also, I'm going to have to learn how to strike a pose.



I'm obviously nailing the pose, but am pretty sure flag colour coordination is not the way to go. Needs more work.

//Mia

Alcohol problems – guest post

As we all know, alcohol comes in all shapes and sizes. Restricting ourselves to the classic bitter a la Victoria, the choices are virtually endless, as this wonderful little picture illustrates. 

The Throwdown, The Stubbie, The Longneck
It almost goes without saying that in Genoa there will be an immoderate amount of alcohol consumption. This raises numerous questions: what kind shall be consumed? Fruity whites? Full-bodies reds? Nasty schnapps? Grappa? Good old fashioned ale? Whisky (which itself opens a whole new can of worms)? Cowboy boot bourbon? Being one the grandfather scientist in the group, I will make it my mission to take the lead in answering these questions definitively. With any luck, our combined scientific efforts will help resolve the age old: how much is that in litres?

// The Professor

Diana Rossing it


It dawned on me today that I still haven't found a suitcase, and that I really need one because I don't own one of my own. Originally I had planned on buying a ridiculously large Samsonite that would allow me to just pack anything, without having to think about what I will need, all in the spirit of "If I bring everything, I will miss nothing".



However, given the recent changes to my traveling plan, I realise I probably won't be able to carry to much stuff with me, unless I want Nik to abandon me somewhere in the Alps for slowing him down with my crazy huge luggage. So now I need a new plan, and I need to set in action sometime around yesterday. Tonight is off limits though. It's beer night, for crying out loud.

//Mia, counting down from 5

!(Diana Ross)

So I've decided to travel light this year. Real light. Rather than packing a massive bunch of stuff like say a diva might do, I simply bought this little "suitcase" to hold all the gear I will need for my three weeks on the run from sanity.

This travelling light business is f*cking doomed.

— Nik

Genoacide, baby!

Who'da thunk we'd be back with all the shizzle and bizzle you didn't dare expect from us two drunks ever again, eh? Enjoy our rants from this year's trip. All the best.

— Nik