Before you start reading, cue this, it'll put you in the Swedish thought.
Our first night abroad was a great time. 'Carthage Cocktail Hour' in the basement of the hostel started off the night where we toured the local bar scene but after some great tips from Swedish blondes, took the train aimlessly to Avenyn, the heart of Gothenburg.
About 11:30 local time, with snow just starting to fall from the sky, we boarded #1, a tram headed straight for Avenyn. Jon, Alex, Bryan, I found ourselves on a train, in a city that we didn't know, surrounded by a language we didn't know, headed for a destination that we didn't know. Sounds like the best combination for a great night. After looking into every pub and club in the whole city, we decided to stay at a club on the very north end of Avenyn, or the Avenue.
With our US drivers licenses in hand we convinced the non-English speaking bouncer that we were 22 and got into a club which used to be some sort of a famous art studio. After a great time hanging out with the group and some Europeans, we headed back to the hostel.
Alex Braatz gave us great directions back to the hostel by way of the overly confusing, Swedish tram system. Due to the seemingly minimal amount of snow and the Swedes' unpreparedness for such conditions, the tram couldn't make it up the hill and we found ourselves walking back from the Avenyn at 3:30 on streets we have never been on.
First night success. Check.
Today so far has been relaxing. A bus tour this morning laid out the scene of our Swedish invasion
A great dinner was had a local eatery of salmon and steak and potatoes.
Off to have a night as promising as last night in the college district.
Pictures from the tour: Massthuggskyrkan on the right overlooking the city.
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| Jon Welser with his bro Gustav |
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