turku,10 hour ferry,stockholm,4hour train journey, the loss of my only pair of H&M gloves and in malmo,
sweden our x2000 train docked. crashed in a hostel which resembled an IKEA show room,and i aint sh*tting you. the light piney wood and greyed steel consumed my every waking moment, even evading like river algae my mind, leaving me dreamless.the city is the sponge, the old town forms the oozing mousse of this chocolate eclair that me and elli munched like the fat german bastard kid in charlie and the chocolate factory,shm
earing our faces sick. the city's cobbled stones,her waynes coffee, her old square, her parks dressed in golden autumnal colours,and the statues green with wear. i surveyed cemetaries,sigurd lewerentz made his mark there with chapels and crematoria,it was a blast. we perused indoor skateparks run by grannies selling pastries and cinamon buns. the half pipes, pools and street set-up -their smell of fresh plywood filled our noses, were being carved by beanies,s
kinny jeans,connies and the echo of rock n roll band Placebo. wow what a city.malmo has become an anchor of the Oresund bridge which ties Sweden to Denmark. since the link the city has grown and continues to grow. it's a pretty large city, with a harbour area that's being transformed into multifunctional spaces lying in the shadow of santiago calatrava's twisting torso building which is a beacon that can be seen from afar. elli and i tried to wangle our way into the torso, but were halted by the nastiest swedes we'd ever met. it just peeves me that a company gets a great architect to design t
heir building,yet no one is allowed in to see it. its like creating an artwork and hiding it in the garden shed away from prying eyes. bollocks i say, bollocks. the housing that's been developed consits of all types of design from pure tasteless 
sh*t, to money-can't-by-class, to absolute peaches. as we snaked our way in and out of the many stone-paved alleyways and over fake lakes,we turned a corner and there in the distance was the postcard picture of the Oresund bridge spanning the sea. ah it was an awesome sight and one i'd yearned for over cornuti pizza. eventually, sadly it was time for me to bid elli farewell.with glazed eyes, i dropped into a wee town called trelleborg, sweden on the 17 11 2006, a day that has become an infection on m
y memory. i'll definitely erase it from the deap echelons of my carazy mind. i should have known what to expect having seen a wee hillock, emblazoned on it in white rocks the name of the town. as we approached it, i thought, 'gees what a dump', and figured like all small citiesthe outskirts being industrial tend to look like absolute po*h. i was sure the centre would be awesome and the sea edge would be like the carribean on abalmy day. but nooo... the gateway to the centre was a trashy lil library, then came
an empty market square, then an H&M and then some small toy store with crappy toys and then more crap and crap and the long town that it is just resembled the biggest turd, like mr hanky p*oh.ive never given a town so little respect, and so jumped ship after a torturous 2 hours and returned to Malmo.goodbye Malmo and off to helsinborg, pronounced helsing boerie, 'stop lauging thats h
ow the swedes say it',i trained.what a dainty little town, described by the swede at the hostel as the swedish french riviera. having walked the mountainous port city, i came to realise why it's called HELLsinborg. i walked its glorious forests and bumped into her crematorium.there i drank carlsberg gold 'imported' to sweden via a white van driven by a bosnian from germany,with Jason,a glaswegian ex con who did time for dancing with mary jane. i photographed yachts, s
hips and panoramic views.it was time to tear me away from the gropes of the swedes,and into denmark id run.the adventure continues and the boots are look
ing sturdy.
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