Liseberg

I woke up with the Swedish sun blinding me. It was going to be a beautiful day. Adam was already up and about and asking me when and where to meet. I proposed we should go to Liseberg, Scandinavia’s largest amusement park. 

We met at the station and it took us about 15 minutes to find one another as there were multiple entrances. I hadn’t been to an amusement park and ages and apparently he had never been. I felt like a kid again walking around and waiting in line for all the rides. We weren’t going to leave until we tried them all. 

Luckily it was a beautiful day out and the lines weren’t too long as it was off  season and everyone was either back and work or at school. Also, Adam was just as much of a chatter box as I am so we had loads to talk about. We both found ourselves in a city we didn’t know at all and ended up finding each other. Funny how those things work out.

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After a few amusing and terrifying…mainly terrifying rides we had a bit of food. As Gothenburg isn’t used to having tourists, everything was in Swedish so we tried our best to decode the menu. 

Vegetarian? No, no sausage. Vegetarian. Soy sausage? No meat? Ok, thanks. 

That’s pretty much how the conversation went. 

After lunch we went back on the rides, secretly hoping we wouldn’t see our lunch again in a pile of vomit on the floor. 

Six hours later we were knackered but decided to have a couple drinks and dinner at our now local. 

“Two Heineken?”

They already knew our order by heart now. 

“Yes, please.”

We ordered and received a mountain of food that neither him nor I could finish. We just looked at each other in despair. We were too tired to eat. Hugo, one of the bar backs came to meet up with us and could not believe how much food we had left. Quickly I diverted the conversation as I too felt ashamed. 

Adam left us and Hugo and I carried on. We talked about how he hitchhiked through Japan, Alan Watts, the countries I had traveled to, his desire to go to South America, the Nazca lines…we talked about everything and anything. To everyone else it would probably sound like rambling and yes, part of it was, but to me it was a night of conversation I wouldn’t forget. 

In the wee hours of the morning we parted ways and I went home to crash on the couch. Time for a bit of reparative sleep…zzzz