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City under siege

I was leaving my apartment this morning and walked north along the narrow streets. Suddenly I heard a voice somewhere shouting “Nooo! I’m innocent!” (though in juvenile Swedish). I then saw two soldiers in camouflage uniforms running across the intersection with assault rifles and heavy comm gear.

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Return of Ostindiefararen

After two years at sea, the large ship Ostindiefararen today reached it’s final destination, my home town Gothenburg. It had sailed from Gothenburg to Guangzhou (Kanton) in China, visiting the ports of Recife, Cape Town, Jakarta, Shanghai and many more on it’s voyage.

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The chinese boat gets shanghaied

For half a decade, there has been a strange boat situated in the Gothenburg harbour. It is the Chinese restaurant called Floating Sea Palace, cleverly disguised as a dragon ship. It has no engine and the dragon has seen better days, but it has been there for an eternity in my mind.

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Let it snow

The temperature of today is more like an early autumn day, but that doesn’t stop people from decorating Gothenburg with all sorts of lights. As always, there is only one rule: More than last year. But it seems like the expensive tradition is catching up on people.

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Best coffee in town

Unlike many other parts of the world, Sweden has a fairly good tradition of freshly brewed, strong coffee. In fact, there is not a single Starbucks vendor in the entire country! However, there is good coffee and there is great coffee. Most worshipers of the black gold have their own personal favorites in their local area, and the following are my favorite coffee shops in Gothenburg.

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One night at the opera

Just returned from a play of Verdi’s old masterpiece Rigoletto at the Gothenburg Opera. The set was placed in quite a modern time-frame, thus abandoning the centuries-old settings. This made the title character a bit awkward in his role as the “court jester” to the prince.

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Butter fish with mojo

I had a dish called “butter fish” today at the local English pub called Notting Hill (Yes, it has a blue door, in case you were wondering). I kept wondering whether it was by any chance related to the infamous “butter chicken” served every friday at Bombay, only a couple of spear throws away.

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The Green Goblin is innocent

Every now and then the newspapers use a totally non-news issue as cover story. This makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Happy, since it tells that nothing spectacularly evil happened today. As we all know, the only cover stories that sell are about horrible accidents, royal sex scandals and innocent blood spilled.

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Nobody to fear but ourselves

While following the current American presidential election and realizing the most probable outcome, it is only natural to ponder the doom of civilization. We are bound by the laws of ethics and morale, not to mention the laws themselves, to be nice to each other and stay away from the path of destruction.

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Eating my way through Basque country

"Not too bad to wash it all down with a local Txakoli, the young white wine typical of the Basque country."

Roaming in Valletta

"I passed the statue of Jean de Valette, the 49th Grand Master who laid the foundation stone to Valletta in 1566, to gaze at the golden interior of St. John’s Co-Cathedral, where he is buried in the crypt."

Getting lost in Yazd

"Navigating on random while surrounded by staring old men, pointing their crooked fingers at the Godzilla Viking in surprise. It feels like I’m walking around in Mos Eisley."

Alone in Kyoto

"I tried my best to sneak across the building, but the floor revealed me each time. I suppose I would make a lousy ninja."

Conquering Machu Picchu

"A life-long dream came true this morning, as I stood upon the mountain looking down at Machu Picchu. I felt like some strange mix between Indiana Jones and a small boy, gazing down upon the final treasure of the Incas."

Chilling in Chile

"My weary feet has reached Valparaiso. After almost a month of traveling across the South American continent I realize that this is as far south as I will come, due to weather conditions."