Where the hell is my towel?

In a shameless emulation of another far less bewildered traveller, I give you the highly accurate account of my year in Uppsala, Sweden. Like the great man says, persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; those attempting to find a plot in it will be banished; those attempting to find a moral in it will be shot.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Stockholm

Stockholm is kind of upper Manhattan+Portland,
Oregon+central London. It's built on two mainlands
and 13 islands at a place where a huge lake meets the
Baltic. It's a big, sprawling city which covers a lot
of land area with terraced pastel buildings and lots
of parks. It runs right into forests in the north and
south, and there's trees everywhere in the city. Most
of the streets are cobblestones, and you have to take
really lengthy, roundabout ways to get everywhere,
since the islands aren't really connected in any
logical system. Most of my pictures are from the old city,
where the Parliament and all of the old palaces are.
Drove through most of the rest of the city, but didn't
spend any time there. I liked it a lot...it's pretty
quiet, fairly uncrowded, and most of the traffic is
kept to central roads, so you don't always have
traffic noise. I think getting around would be too
annoying to live there, but it's a great city to
visit, even with gray overcast skies.

I took a lot of pictures and put them all here.

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