So, after I closed my laptop and boarded my flight to Gothenborg everything took a positive turn. The 4 Hours of flight were easy and devoid of that baby crying I've failed to mention thus far but has plagued me on all my flights until this one.
I got off the plane, got to my luggage in 3 minutes (no passport checks AND my luggage was first on the conveyor). Got out and realized I've missed the last direct bus to Jonkoping by 20 minutes (which means I wouldn't have been able to get it anyway). So I decided to take a bus to Gothenburg's Nils Ericson Terminal (The Central Bus/Train station) and see what I could manage from there. The fare cost 80SEK and ride took around 20 minutes or so.
As soon as I stepped into the Nils Ericson Terminal all dwarfs cut loose. I couldn't find the place to buy the correct ticket and the over-helpful lady at the other bus-company counter was under-useful. I almost paniced when I saw that the soonest means of transportaion to Jonkoping was a train at 23:00 so I've decided to just wander around and see what's up.
After a few minutes, in the far reaches of the Terminal, I found a direct bus to Jonkoping leaving in 20:10 (which was an hour from then). Everyone kept telling me that tickets have to be bought in advance, so I started looking for a source of said tickets, but none were to be found. I ended up asking a someone who ended up not being a local anyway. Although she wasn't much help in the ticket department, she watched over my bags as I ran amok between the different counters trying to figure out how to get those tickets.
Things I've learned in the process:
1) Her name was Stephany.
2) Stephany is from Germany.
3) Stephany's mother lives in Sweden.
4) Stephany's a part time MBA student and part time empolyee of a juice factory.
5) She did not know what CouchSurfing was.
6) She does not have a facebook and thus I'll never see her again.
7) Turks in Sweden can't pronounce the word "cow". (When I asked what meat the donner was made of they just kept "Kaw"ing at me...)
8) Their donner looks NOTHING like Shawarma (but tastes good nonetheless).
9) Sweden has a much higher percentage of freaky-clothes-wearing teenagers.
10) Every square in Gothenburg holds some kind of performance.
11) TICKETS CAN BE BOUGHT ON THE GOD DAMN BUS!
Anyway, I got on the bus to jonkpoing, found out that buses have outlets to recharge laptops, pulugged mine in and started typing this post. The Kock Catering part came from the first van I saw out of the window that caught my attention. AND the battaries on my camera ran out the moment I switched it on :(. Now it's time for me to enjoy the view until I reach Jonkoping and meet with Johan Forsblom and his wife Sara.
PART 2:
I've reached Jonkoping and met Johan and Sara (Aww, what a cute couple :P). The drive to their house took about 40 minutes (To a village suburb thing called Eksjo, which translates to OakLake). So we got there, had a quick bite (all these guys eat here is ham with cheese, crazy swedes :P), got my laptop connected to the wifi and set me to sleep.
By the time I'm writing this, it's already the end of day 2, which was CRAZY! So I'll probably write / upload that post sometime tomorrow noon.
And Remember,
The Shuk is in all of us! (expect for the Eladim)
Nathan Dortman
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Evidence:
Exhibit a:
The Bed I Sleep On ( + Johan's drum set, keyboard AND electric piano)
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