Learning from my mistakes I took very few pictures in Gothenburg. A bit too few. Ill try to land somewhere in between the amount taken in Berlin and this on my next trip.
My first hours in Gothenburg were mostly spent worrying since I didn’t know when my planned host would arrive. I couldn’t get in contact with him and (as I later found out) his train was severely delayed.
Luckily I had been in contact with Joel who, like me, had hosted a hitchhiker named Roi. When Roi found out that I was going to Gothenburg he told me that I simply HAD to meet Joel.
Sometime after 6 pm I sent Joel a message asking if he knew if and when we could meet. I also mentioned that I was worried that my host had disappeared. He answered almost immediately and wondered if he should come pick me up. I am really grateful to him for taking me in on absolutely no notice at all, and I ended up having a great time the days I stayed at his place.We went out to a pub with his friends, transported a massage bench through half of Gothenburg, went to the museum of world culture, looked through second hand stores and just in general had a very nice time.
I also got to spend a night in Trollhättan where Marita, a woman from A Feminist Initiative, lives. We arrived late and I had to leave early so I didn’t see much of the place. Everyone says there really isn’t anything to see though.It was really nice to be able to spend a whole night with Marita just talking about all and nothing. I rarely find the time to do that with people I do political work with.
The weekend was spent discussing politics and sleeping in a very nice hotel with Linnéa, but that’s not really of interest to this blog (I think).
