5:30 am precise, I am thrown out of bed by the annoying sound of the alarm clock brought from Italy (Given the time) ... At 7:28
precise (not like in Italy ...) there is a train to catch, to Stockholm, the city where you will fly to Kiruna, one of the few towns in the temperate and mild Lapland.
Anyone who knows me knows that visiting the far north has always been one of my dreams, and even though I could not make it completely (my real dream is to touch the flag that is present in the middle of the north pole, so you can give the "Southerner" in the entire world for a few minutes), this trip has made me much closer to my goal.
Who would ask me if I knew Santa did not respond to even address this question: that old man, in fact, I have not seen ...
contrast to last trip to Stockholm, this time I have not forgotten anything at home, which made me not a little pleasure and saved me the aspirin I had prudently brought with me ...
The trip was very pleasant with John, Helen and Ilaria (well, the gang of Italian Klostergarden) was laughed, joked, that crap and listened to beautiful music. During the trip I took the opportunity to read a good Gazzetta dello Sport 3 days old (I found out when they gave the likely formation of a game played the day before, shame on them!) And well paid € 2 .. .
Upon our arrival, I found Stockholm as I had left it no later than one week before: the polar wind, cold and rain mixed with sleet. The only things different were the "but map?" and "What's the weather like shit!" John, Helen and the laughter of the "Mo maaaaaaaaamaaa!" dell'Ilaria ... things that will brighten up even if you do not want ...!!
As promised (to be good sburone!) While traveling by train, bring all to eat in the Italian pizzeria in the hands of "them Turks," with Matthew that I had discovered no later than one week before. After about an hour's walk with suitcases and blasphemies against several times and after having convinced everyone that I knew where we were going, we finally arrive in front of the pizzeria e. ..... E 'CHIUSAAAAAA !!!!!!
But, I say, is it possible that a pizza place closes at noon on Sundays! Everyone knows that there are two places where you can find shelter during the Sunday if you do not know where to go and asked the pizza ... you can see right here in Sweden they do not know what this ...!!
To save face with others (except for John, the man who had called her with the famous words "if you think after all this way we closed !!"), deviate to a bad place where, between a kebab and 'Another, who can not make a pizza from pizza, but tastes good all the same ...
Pizza Pizza and I promised I brought ...!! A man in one piece !!!!!!!
After lunch, again, as promised (and I fuck all the promises that I do), because it was bad to sit and rest a bit after the first half of the trip, bring all to an Italian coffee (owned by a young man from Corsica ... but there will be a true Italian café run by Italians? ?) where you can drink an espresso (sold here at 2.50 euros) with a price "Italian." So let's start at a good pace from the "pizza" we head towards the new town. Everything is going well, if only ... fuck, I can not find the place ...
Everything was still OK, we were well ahead on the train to the airport and did not find the place could be a good excuse to see better the capital ...
All right then ... it was not was a small problem: the gut of John, who had decided to get rid of some dead weight at that time: Sun was the only person I believe in the whole of Sweden, despite the cold there was, was sweating ......!!!
finally found the coffee and, after explaining that there was no bathroom available in that place other than a public toilet outside and got myself a nice "go to hell!" from the poor Thu, now beads of sweat and spasms increasingly evident; decide to divert to another place more welcoming.
After a coffee and have permission to Gio from clogging the sewers of Stockholm, we head to the bus station, where we found Flybus for the airport Arlanda, the airport in Stockholm where we found our flight to Kiruna.
After the bus ride to the airport, when I was done by 3 bastards (;)) a large photo rudely while I sleep with my mouth open and the flap, we finally arrive at the airport. "Of course this Lapland we are doing just the sweat!", This is the common thought of us young globetrotters.
airport as we are programmed with the Australians and Canadians. The group is then composed of: me, Thu, Ilaria, Elena (proud representatives of the Republic of Venice and the lands of Emilia-Romagna), Bambaaaa, Orcar, Dominik, FAAR (From Australia with fury) and Leah (the only representative of English Canada). Here I should open a parenthesis on dress Oscar and Dominik, who made me really doubt for a moment on the actual destination of our flight ... Now, I say, you can never go to Lapland (known to be mild and temperate land ) with a t-shirt and a pair of converse model superga the foot?
After taking the piss a bit unlucky and the two after receiving a few punches to answer, proceed to check-in.
I seriously think this was the worst check-in all my life ... In fact I've been forced to throw away half the stuff I brought with me to get something to drink during the trip. Who tells me "yeah, but I do not know you can not bring liquids on the plane?" I reply that there are two ways to enforce the rules: a smart way and a way idiot. The first way is that when faced with a can of coca cola, dear agent (femmina. .. damn her!) Customs, you know that there is no bomb contained in a sealed can of cola, the second requires that you , idiot like a monkey, let me throw it all away anyway. In that situation a bit annoying, I still tried to maintain a certain level of education, enterprise succeeded almost until the end, when I asked the agent with excellent English even if I had to empty my bladder on the trash since I ran away and , being also the liquid urine, according to their brilliant reasoning could be dangerous. Luckily my English, contrary to what I have previously argued, was not so brilliant and the guard did not understand what I was saying ...
With the balls and turn with a series of oaths from records at the tip of the tongue, after a good dinner we board the MAX (a kind of McDonald's Swedish).
The flight went well, it was not for a baby on board and decided to start crying at the end of the flight ...
From the beginning of the landing, I wake up (how can I not get to sleep while traveling?), For no apparent reason, I look out and ... incredible ...: the landscape that presents itself to me before my eyes is one that will take your breath away ... a vast forest covered in snow ... apparently this place seemed to have remained unchanged since the dawn of time ... and the thought that a person in the middle of it would in all probability was the only human presence over several tens of kilometers, made me run a chill down my spine ...
As I watched fascinated as I appeared before my eyes the soundtrack of that moment was made by the aircraft commander's voice announcing "Welcome to Kiruna, the ground temperature is fairly mild and is around -5 degrees, is snowing and there's about five feet of snow on the ground ... we wish you a good times. "What more could I ask then?
University, work, money, comfort them ......... all bullshit !!!!! I felt really happy I was to a hundred meters away from my dream ...
as soon as the plane landed, I immediately set about taking my (plentiful as always) carry-on baggage: I promised no more than two days earlier, a bomb John Snow, once that had set foot in the "Land of the Lapps," and I, when I make a promise (especially of this kind) to keep forever!
to implement my evil plan, I came first to the door plane ...........
