Stena Saga

After a successful getaway from Aalborg (I got my ticket out of that place, to put it like that, though the means of transportation: bus and train, did not have an optimized schedules for my purpose). Now I'm sitting on the Stena Saga. The very Swedish captain has just kindly informed us that it is overcast. I have spent my time so far in the familiar laptop-man's idle trawling up and down and all around in search for for a power outlet. It's quite sparingly diffused, you might say, on the Stena Saga. After deciding I wouldn't sit on the floor by the black jack table, I had given up. Sitting down in a quiet corner, after all, it's 10 AM, I haven't really had a good night's sleep - and I am, for all practical purposes in hell. But then, while putting my head down, lying back, I noticed there are power sockets in the ceiling! Yay. Now we'll see how long it takes before they make me buy a coffee. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, but I'm saving it.

Yesterday I was on the bus, and I realized, though not for the first time, that in Denmark, there are more people smelling like they've been drunk and sleeping in their own piss than anywhere else. Maybe it's just Aalborg. Although Norway is not really the best place to go to get away from this Scandinavian condition, I'm still looking forward to going to Norway. But as the saying goes, it's always at its darkest before the morning breaks (or does it?), the bulb is the brightest before it burns out. And so also with what I'm trying to run away from, the alcoholics, the smokaholics, the right-wing voters and racists - the whole schebang - it violently peaks on this cruise of all the mentioned-aboves. Old, wrinkly and coarse-voiced Norwegian men and women, drunk German bikers and run-away teenagers, all sharing the vision of a perfect society - where alchol, cigarettes and gasoline is free, and everyone lives in peace and smoky harmony, without the "ethnic" and the gay.

A woman next to me, clearly relieved to inhale what appears to be the first first-hand smoke she's had in a while said: "Hey, are you ready for action?" which makes me really scared, although it was not meant for me. What is scary - I mean, what really makes me afraid - is the drum set and the synthesizer behind me on some make-shift scene. I assume the action she might be talking about is some kind of freak show with 60 year old men with bleached hair, playing covers of songs I only recognize from similar places. Puh. It is, as mentioned 10 AM, and beers, and various blends of alcholic beverages are widely being consumed - while the crew on Stena Line kindly insists to wear warm clothes if the alarm sounds. My own alarm of uneasiness has long ago sounded, and I am in a mental brace position for witnessing the unshameful presentation of Norwegian (or should be in the spirit of the community, call it Nordic) social pornography, human retardedness, and the breaking of the FrP-code...

So long - and ship ohoy.

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On the way Norway showed itself from the best side. Though, to have a nuanced picture of the whole thing, I would have to add that it's not strange that people coming to Oslo is surprised of the high level of hookers and junkies. The former is very striking when arriving from the harbor. But anyways. Back in Norway!