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After the event; before the field trip
Sep. 17th, 2018 12:07 pmThe train trip from Sundsvall to Göteborg was nice and relaxed. I did some sewing and listened to an audio book while reading. There are outlets at every seat, so one can charge one's phone or Bluetooth thing that lets one's phone send sound direct to one's hearing aids.
I had an hour wait for the second train in Stockholm, and was quite horrified by the numer of smokers walking past with their cigarettes lit. Yet one more reason to avoid cities. I see occasional people standing outside to smoke at LTU, but they rarely walk around with them lit, and it is more like two people a week that I see, not 20 in an hour.
I was amused to notice the demographics on the two trains. I my car on the one from Sundsvall to Stockholm everyone I could see from where I was sitting were all white, short-haired men (until a couple boarded and took the just vacated seats across the ile from me at Arlanda). My car for the Stockholm to Göteborg trip, on the other hand was nearly all women, with quite a variety of skin colours, and most with hair at least to shoulder length. There was only one man I could see from where I sat. I have no idea why the difference in gender, but I am not so surprised about the difference in ethnicity, since I get the impression that southern Sweden has taken in far more immigrants from other places than has the northern half of the country (not counting university employees, though, given the amount of universities in the south, I assume that they aldo have more people who came from elsewhere than does LTU).
I had a nice conversation, in Swedish, with the woman sitting next to me on the second train. Her mother comes from England and her husband from Germany. She was on her way home from visiting her daughter and son in law at the B&B they run on a farm from the 1600's.
The train ran a bit late, so it arrived just before midnight. had instructed me to take either tram 2 or tram 4 towards Mölndal, and warned that they left the central station going in opposite directions (and therefore would be using different stops).
I might have just walked, but when I got off the train it was lightly raining and I didn't feel for carrying stuff and dragging a big suitcase half an hour in the rain. So I started reading signs at the various tram stops, and the third one said that tram 2 towards Mölndal would stop there. First two other number trams arrived and took away all of the people who had been waiting when I arrived.
Then a tram with a sigh saying 2 arrived, so I got on board, confirmed on the map that its second stop would be Getebergsäng, where I should get off, and while I was still trying to figure out the machine to pay the tram stopped at Ullevi norra (instead of Ullevi sodra as the map had said it would) and the driver came back to tell me it was the last stop and he was going next to the garage. I asked him how to get to Getebergsäng and he said to cross the street and take tram 8 back to Korsvägen and then transfer.
I sent a medsage letting her know, and then another saying that the sign on this station didn't include an 8. She said the 6 would work, and the computer at that station said a 6 would be along in a couple of minutes. But the next to arrive was a 1, so I asked him and the driver of 1 said i could ride free with him back to central station and then take the 4. This time it worked, and I arrived at her place about 0:40.
We didn't talk long, she gave me a tour of the apartment and showed me the bed in the craft room. I had done a bit of yoga at the Stockholm station while waiting, so decided to call that good and just went straight to bed.
They no longer have a cat here (but it has been recent enough that they still have cat food in the house). However, as I drifted off to sleep my imagination provided a cat that came into the room (I hadn't closed the door), walked across me, kneaded my hip a bit and then curled up to sleep against my hip/waist. I don't think a real cat has ever done that, so I don't know why this imaginary cat did, but it sure made it easy to sleep with it there putting out snoreons.
This morning I had a bit of a chance to visit with The driver of 1 said i could ride free with before she went to work, and then she showed me the store on the other end of the building and I bought some stuff to cook today.
So far I have baked a batch of naan, and I think next I will take a short nap before cooking the vegetables and quonia I bought.
Tomorrow morning Carola will pick me up and the field trip adventure will begin.
I had an hour wait for the second train in Stockholm, and was quite horrified by the numer of smokers walking past with their cigarettes lit. Yet one more reason to avoid cities. I see occasional people standing outside to smoke at LTU, but they rarely walk around with them lit, and it is more like two people a week that I see, not 20 in an hour.
I was amused to notice the demographics on the two trains. I my car on the one from Sundsvall to Stockholm everyone I could see from where I was sitting were all white, short-haired men (until a couple boarded and took the just vacated seats across the ile from me at Arlanda). My car for the Stockholm to Göteborg trip, on the other hand was nearly all women, with quite a variety of skin colours, and most with hair at least to shoulder length. There was only one man I could see from where I sat. I have no idea why the difference in gender, but I am not so surprised about the difference in ethnicity, since I get the impression that southern Sweden has taken in far more immigrants from other places than has the northern half of the country (not counting university employees, though, given the amount of universities in the south, I assume that they aldo have more people who came from elsewhere than does LTU).
I had a nice conversation, in Swedish, with the woman sitting next to me on the second train. Her mother comes from England and her husband from Germany. She was on her way home from visiting her daughter and son in law at the B&B they run on a farm from the 1600's.
The train ran a bit late, so it arrived just before midnight. had instructed me to take either tram 2 or tram 4 towards Mölndal, and warned that they left the central station going in opposite directions (and therefore would be using different stops).
I might have just walked, but when I got off the train it was lightly raining and I didn't feel for carrying stuff and dragging a big suitcase half an hour in the rain. So I started reading signs at the various tram stops, and the third one said that tram 2 towards Mölndal would stop there. First two other number trams arrived and took away all of the people who had been waiting when I arrived.
Then a tram with a sigh saying 2 arrived, so I got on board, confirmed on the map that its second stop would be Getebergsäng, where I should get off, and while I was still trying to figure out the machine to pay the tram stopped at Ullevi norra (instead of Ullevi sodra as the map had said it would) and the driver came back to tell me it was the last stop and he was going next to the garage. I asked him how to get to Getebergsäng and he said to cross the street and take tram 8 back to Korsvägen and then transfer.
I sent a medsage letting her know, and then another saying that the sign on this station didn't include an 8. She said the 6 would work, and the computer at that station said a 6 would be along in a couple of minutes. But the next to arrive was a 1, so I asked him and the driver of 1 said i could ride free with him back to central station and then take the 4. This time it worked, and I arrived at her place about 0:40.
We didn't talk long, she gave me a tour of the apartment and showed me the bed in the craft room. I had done a bit of yoga at the Stockholm station while waiting, so decided to call that good and just went straight to bed.
They no longer have a cat here (but it has been recent enough that they still have cat food in the house). However, as I drifted off to sleep my imagination provided a cat that came into the room (I hadn't closed the door), walked across me, kneaded my hip a bit and then curled up to sleep against my hip/waist. I don't think a real cat has ever done that, so I don't know why this imaginary cat did, but it sure made it easy to sleep with it there putting out snoreons.
This morning I had a bit of a chance to visit with The driver of 1 said i could ride free with before she went to work, and then she showed me the store on the other end of the building and I bought some stuff to cook today.
So far I have baked a batch of naan, and I think next I will take a short nap before cooking the vegetables and quonia I bought.
Tomorrow morning Carola will pick me up and the field trip adventure will begin.