From Gothenburg to Tokyo by train
It was a magnificent day for expedition departure with clear skies and 11 degrees Celsius. Me and Frida donned our heavy backpacks at the Central Station in Gothenburg and boarded the first train of many to come.
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Godzilla in Tokyo
I walked alone in the streets of Tokyo and felt like a benign Godzilla. Everywhere I went, people stopped in their tracks and stared at me. I started humming on the song “Big in Japan” by Alphaville as I was a six-foot-five gaijin in a sea of short people.
Alone in Kyoto
It is a strange sensation to wander around in a Japanese town as a six foot four gaijin, a foreigner excluded from the language and everyday rituals that everyone within sight silently obeys.
The gate of Hiroshima
The name of Hiroshima will forever be connected to the horrible event in 1945. On August 6, the first nuclear bomb to be used against mankind detonated 580 meters above the city, killing hundreds of thousands of people.
A day of war in Seoul
I am currently sitting in a dark room at a hostel in Seoul, South Korea. Trying my best to recover from an exhausting day of warfare study. Earlier this morning I looked into North Korea with binoculars, seeing their flag shaking defiantly in the wind.
Forbidden City in Beijing
After a long train journey, I had finally arrived in Beijing. First thing on the list was to get some food. I had hoped to casually sweep through the food court like Anthony Bourdain, but my noodles were awful and I felt more like John Hurt in movie “Alien”, just waiting for the chestburster to appear.
Tent heating in Mongolia
I am currently in Ulaanbaatar after sleeping a couple of nights in a traditional ger tent on the Mongolian plains. It feels good to be back in civilization (sort of) with an internet connection and a warm shower.
Dawn in Ulaanbaatar
I got off the Trans-Siberian at 7 am after four nights of irregular sleep. While placing my dusty shoes on the pavement of the Ulaanbataar railway station, I looked around the area. When tired and hungry, you are an easy target for the shadowy existences walking around here.
Isolation on Trans-Siberian railway
I shared cabin with a Russian couple on a night train from Helsinki to Moscow earlier this week. They told me that a plane had crashed near Perm with 80 dead and some damage done to the Trans-Siberian railway.
Red Square of Moscow
As I walked across the cold cobblestones, I realized that the Red Square of Moscow had been on my bucket list for decades. The onion domes of St Basil’s Cathedral and the walls of the Kremlin are well-known sights to most people.