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I figure I might as well make use of the WordPress x Flickr capabilities and start blogging my adventures once again.

I’ve been busy.

I’ve also been in Japan… hopefully I can revive this blog over the coming weeks…

So I’ve been really (really) busy at work these past few weeks. After getting back from holidays, I hit the ground running to work on the next installment of the Systembolaget AlkoholProfilen.se.

It’s a website where we can determine the drinking habits, health risks and advice to give to Swedes who take the 14 question survey. I wrote a fair chunk of this website, including some pretty neat Javascript components that we will be discussing over on Kontain in the next week or so.

So yes, lots to talk about, but I’m sure you’ve already caught up with my happenings on Twitter or Facebook. I will do my best to keep this blog updated whenever I can.

Nice!

Bienvenue à Paris!

I love Paris. Always have, always will. Such a beautiful old and enchanting city. I was here for only one purpose this time, Le Tour de France! I spent most of my time in the hostel cooking food, meeting other Australians and Americans who where here for the Tour as well. Since I have been here serveral times before, I wasn’t fussed about the sights, more so than saving money, eating and drinking well, and seeing the tour… but that didn’t get in the way of me having a little fun with the locals.

Everyone in the foreground (apart from the guy on the far right) were staying in the same hostel as me. Last time I was there I managed to wrangle a group of people together to head to the Sacré-Cœur to drink wine and watch the sun set. Seeing as I had such a great time doing it 3 years ago, I thought I would try and conjure up a group to do it all again.

We spent several hours drinking wine, eating cheese and discussing where we were from in Australia or America and life in general. Always good times spent on those steps, well, apart from the last night we were up there and we were almost robbed! Lucky 3 Australian blokes don’t take much nonsense from a lowly Parisian rat!

All of that aside, nothing could take the hype, excitement and thrill away from watching Le Tour de France live in the flesh. I am still coming to grips with the whole ordeal.

We got to the Place de la Concorde at about 12pm, ready and willing to wait the full 4.5 hours until the peloton screams by. It was already getting crowded and the streets were lined with people, also happy to sit the 4.5 hour wait. I was getting nervous at this point as I wasn’t yet willing to gamble on trying to squeeze in a spot on the Champs-Élysées, so my hostel friends went on without me while I tried to find a bank, some food, and a great spot for photos.

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Well, 30 minutes went by and I was on my own, playing chess on my iPhone with nobody to talk too. I figured that I couldn’t stand another 4 hours of this, so went on the mission to find my hostel companions. It was a decent 1km walk from where I was to one of the secure entrances to the Champs-Élysées, and by that time there was already litterally thousands of people storming their way around finding spots.

I knew I was screwed.

I walked towards the Arc de Triomphe, in hope to find my hostel mate (who was wearing a Le Tour de France 2009 gold shirt, like the 1000′s of others). It was shoulder-to-shoulder, step-by-step movements up the Champs-Élysées. At one point we were standing still waiting for the hordes of people to sort it out and keep moving.

I walked around the Arc de Triomphe, and back down the other side of the Champs-Élysées, this had taken an hour to walk 1km already, and as time was ticking closer, me without any sort of decent view of the street and no friends, I was getting rather annoyed with myself.

I ended up right down the other end of the Champs-Élysées, near the big monitors and finish line, when I decided to call my hostel friends one more time to see if I could get their where-a-bouts. Turns out they were on the exact opposite side of the Champs-Élysées as me, which meant I had to make some life changing decisions. 1, I walk all the way back, waste another hour and hope that by then I can squeeze to the front, or 2, try and get across the Champs-Élysées.

Some police walked by and after we both realised we don’t want to talk in our own respective languages, I managed to find out that the subway below the Champs-Élysées is my only hope. I walked into the subway, and of course, this subway doesn’t go under the street, you must ride the subway!

So, I took the subway back to Place de la Concorde, and there I was, back where I started, with little over 1 hour to get back to where my friends where.

I high-tailed it, managed to find my friends who were already 10 people deep (as you can see, and yes, that’s the Arc de Triomphe in the distance…)

We waited for another 30 minutes, however we were entertained by all the official sponsors of the Tour riding past in their floats. Lots of hilarity to be had, giant squirrels, giant cyclists, lots of off comments from the crowd and horrendous bad French breath!

The wait was over, and it was worth every second. We were watching the super giant TV of the live race coverage, and the excitement of the crowd as the peloton rode into Paris erupted. The crowd surged forward about 10 meters, and we all waited silently for the peloton to reach the Champs-Élysées. You could have closed your eyes and seen the peloton scream past, as there was a thunderous roar from the crowd following them throughout the entire 7 laps. Silence, then as they approach, cheers, screams and applause for the 5 seconds you see them, and then the roar moves up the Champs-Élysées like a mexican wave. Like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before! Incredible!

We did that 7 times, I tried my best to get close and take photos, however my wandering of the Champs-Élysées for 2 hours rendered that exercise useless, and I was just happy to be there at the end of it all.

Turns out our position was right in front of the podium, and we got to witness the top riders of our lifetime graciously accepting awards from the Tour organisers etc.

Until next year, Vive Le Tour!!!!

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First up, Luzern.

Yesterday, I was exhausted after the mission out to Mount Säntis, and I wanted to explore Zürich a little more. After covering this tiny town within a few hours, I decided to take the advice of Al & Jules and head to Luzern.

I was very surprised when I walked out of the station to find a buzzing, charismatic and alive city. Zurich is a sleepy sea-side town compared to Luzern. It was absolutely packed with tourists, and it was also the middle of the Blue Ball Festival (beware, the website is hideous, but worth a laugh).

The harbor was lined with eateries, markets and music all with breathtaking views of the alps that surrounds the normally sleepy hollow.

Like most Europian cities, it has an old town, and once you’ve seen one old town, you’ve seen them all, so I spent my time looking for food and taking photos of the lakes. Unfortunately I was too late to catch the cable car to the top of the peak that overlooks the city, so I made a hike back to Zurich and bunked down for the night.

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Interlakin! (That’s some of the alps you can see at the bottom of that map).

Last night I was scrambling to find one last day of hiking and photography. I remembered a friend in London mentioning Interlaken, which is kind of in the middle of Switzerland, only 2 hours from Zurich (I really forget how small it is between major Europian cities compared to Australia!).

Well, it wasn’t the most exciting day. There was a horrid sky packed with clouds, high winds and humidity. I wanted to get to the top of Jungfraujoch, which is the highest rail in Europe, and take amazing photos of the alps, however it was a complete wipe-out and at CHF$185 (AUS$200), that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

So, I ended up walking around Interlaken until the weather cleared up a bit, turns out it was really patchy, so I bit the bullet and went up the Harder Bahn to Harder Kulm, which is about 600m above sea level and shows the amazing view of Jungfrau and the surrounding regions.

I ate lunch, had a beer and trekked through the mountain forest until I couldn’t bare the heat no more. I came packing jeans and warm clothes expecting to spend the day at 3ºc, but it was not to be.

I am no back in my hotel, getting ready for the next step of my Tour de Europe, Paris tomorrow! The weather looks shaky, but should be clear enough for some action shots of the Tour de France on Sunday!

Can’t wait.

x

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That’s my mission from Zürich to Säntis, and back again today. It looks far, and it actually covers almost half of Switzerland, but it’s only 105km’s according to Google. My, what an amazing view.

The mountain is 2500+ meters straight up, and don’t go if you’re scared of heights, the cable car is out of this world! Pretty much going straight up. Very scary! The country side is picturesque, the the train running all the way down Lake Zürich and into the hills. The weather is warm and the sky is a lovely deep blue. The air was so fresh out there that I was almost choking (no thanks to the London air I had been breathing for 10 days before hand).

It’s hot as well, 30º as I sit here at 11pm with my doors and windows open. My hotel has a lack of fridge and air-conditioning so I’m drinking warm beer with the fan blasting… not my real idea of a Swiss holiday, but it is summer in Europe! They forecast this week to be the hottest week of the year, with Spain spilling into the 40º zone. Hense the fires in Barcelona at the moment.

I plan to check out the town some more tomorrow. I want to sleep in and relax a little. Apparently there is a beautiful old town and a peak with a lovely view of the city that I’m keen to check out. The public transport system here is unbelievable with trains and trams leaving on the second, going all over the city and the country, so getting around is super easy.

I will head to the alps on the other side of the country (where the Tour de France passed through) on Thursday and probably hit Mürren or the like, somewhere close to the French border.

I fly to Paris on Friday and I can’t wait to see Le Tour de France. Al & Jules will hopefully be joining me on the Champs-Élysées, which I hope happens as I’m going a little crazy not talking to anybody, though the time out is enjoyable.

More news as it comes to hand! Make sure you check my Flickr stream for more photos! Speak soon.

Hello from sunny Zürich! I arrived this afternoon from London and immediately fell in love with what I now consider one of the most picturesque cities I’ve seen. 28 degrees, people swimming in Lake Zurich, quiet & peaceful streets with lots of well dressed and lovely looking Swiss enjoying the easy life. I think I chose a great post-London destination. It was almost like heaven. Green parks with people relaxing and enjoying the sun, with deep blue skies, the snow capped Alps dominating the horizon, and everybody is simply happy.

Anyway… this is a quick update to say hi to all and that I’m safe and sound. I’m going to hit the Alps tomorrow (after doing my laundry and other catching up bits), so expect lots of photos and other spellbound jabber.

I am in a lovely hotel which is on the outside of the main town overlooking everything, nice staff, nice room. Nice!

Looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow and recharging my body for the trek to the Alps.

x

I can finally take a break and update my blog. Yay! I bought a ticket to London with Ryan Air, and hearing all the horror stories, I was a little worried that everything will be delayed or the plane will fall out of the sky or something, but for 3 KR:- (Aus $0.80), who can complain?

Ryan Air wasn’t that bad, apart from the 2 hour bus ride from Stockholm till Skavsta, in which I slept, everything went smooth as silk, and would fly with them again. Maybe I was one of the lucky ones.

So I got into London at about midnight on Friday/Saturday, and having gotten used to being able to drown out conversation for lack of understanding, the first thing that happens while I site on the train is get bombarded with drunken Australians. I was praying they wouldn’t talk to me as I think my social skills in terms of communication with other native English speakers is now somewhat limited, especially when you speak Swedish-Australian, it’s hard for people to pick if I’m full of it or not!

Saturday afternoon was the TCR BBQ in Camden Town. Man, I forgot how crowded London is. Camden was packed to the rafters, you coudn’t even walk down the footpath, we were walking on the road to beat the slow plodding tourists. It has been raining so it was very humid and no wonder the swine flu is getting about in that type of environment.

I caught up with “G” B.L.I.M whom I hadden’t seen in a few years, also Rennie Pilgrem was playing a lovely selection of breaks as well. Nice to hear breakbeat again. We then left and managed to taxi it over to the Lot 49 Boat Party, where I was catching up with other old DJ aquaintances and mates. Meat Katie, Dylan Rhymes and Evil Nine were all playing on the boat which summed up a mad day of music and good times.

I also caught up with another ex-Melbournite Mr Dave Valuetime who is enjoying the quiet life of looking after other Australian larrikins like myself.

The next day I picked myself up and went down to the pub to meet up with a very old friend from Brisbane, Sarah, and also Fi’s flatmate Dan (above) happened to be in town for a single day, and made the effort to swing all the way out here for a beer, great to see you dude!

That was a long day…

Yesterday, I hooked up with yet, another ex-Melbourne personality, Mr Brendan Brogan (E-55, Blackcat, Workshop creator) and we hit the pubs again. I saw a lovely exhibition of students (which school I can’t remember) final graduation graphic design work. I saw some the best typography and fine art that I’ve seen in a long time and picked up several business cards so I can head hunt them all back in Stockholm.

We went from there to Tam’s house a little further East from here. She has a lovely Victorian style house with a garden and was growing the spiciest rocket that I’ve ever eaten. In fact, it was like eating chili lettuce. Lovely though. I also caught up with Chris Carter and G again and had a nice chat in the sunshine. Carter and I will be watching the Ashes together later in the week, should be lovely.

Sarah and I then left and went to watch Brüno, which is unbelievably shocking, funny and in some places, awkard. It’s genius, but don’t take your mother to go see it with you! You have been warned! I made the stupid mistake of leaving my wallet on the seat, and only realised when I didn’t have my Oyster card that indeed I am a fool and had to race back to the cinema in hope of Good Smaritanism. Turns out it was right where I left it (thank-you, God!), and we could continue on our way.

On the way back I got a message from yet, another ex-Melbournite, Trish, who invited me to an exclusive rooftop bar with a pool. Turns out it’s impossible to get into this place (even the cab driver was willing to wait for us outside while we get denied), but turns out once a month it’s open to invitation. This is where the celebrities get up to mischief, and no cameras are allowed, but I managed to fire this off. Lots of people swimming at midnight on a Monday being very drunk. The funny thing though is that the staff are super tolerant, and were always tending to your every need, no matter what state you were in. It’s £500 per year for membership, but it comes with rooftop pool, bowling alley, bars, hotel rooms, you name it… Shoreditch House, look it up.

And that’s that! 3 days of catching up, I’m a little exhausted. Can’t wait to kick back, watch the Tour and relax.

Speak in a few. x

Cigars in the park! Last Friday the Stockholm office took a mid-afternoon to evening break to eat BBQ and drink Carlsberg. The sun was shining high and it was great to enjoy a Friday afternoon off, much like the good ol’ Australian tradition of beers at lunch! For more photos, view the post on Kontain.com.

We left here at about 9pm (sun still shining bright) and managed to make our way to to Seba‘s welcome home gig at K2 in Södermalm. Not as many people as he would have pulled in Australia. I’d say we were amongst 50 of Stockholm’s only drum & bass crew (all very nice people, too!) who were there to give it all and have a great night. Seba’s music was as expected, deep, soulful and lots of bass. I didn’t get to catch up but I hear he is playing another gig in town soon! Woop!

From here, (yes, still on our way) we managed to find ourselves (thanks to Jonas) at a cave rave out the back of Liljeholmen. Now this was a special event of some sorts. Basically, these guys had found an abandoned train tunnel and decided to host a party about 500 meters deep. Behind that false wall is the true tunnel which stretches for miles. I think Johnny (pictured in the Seba paragraph) and I walked about another 500 meters before we realised how rediculous this was and ventured back. Needless to say we couldn’t see anything except for what light out iPhone’s were broadcasting into the dirt.

That was Friday.

Saturday I cooked up burgers and went to my work mate’s house party. I was heading off home at around 10pm until a few gin’s later we were heading off to another party on Liljeholmen, this time in an old office. There was some sort of animal theme going on and I met a cat while waiting in line for the bathroom. I was pretty tired from the night before but managed to hold out until the temperature was warm enough to go swimming in Trekanten pond… have a look at this!

Not bad for an early morning swim! The water was so still and warm enough to flap about in for around 30 minutes. We dried off in the sun and managed to make our way back home… only to return 10 hours later in the warmth of the afternoon to really enjoy the water.

On our ride back home, Liam (pictured with me) and I decided to stop for one last drink at Mälarpaviljongen which is a bar floating on the water between Kungsholmen and Södermalm. We stayed until the sun dropped drinking mojito’s and enjoying the summer time.

Oh, and everyday that the sun is out, so are the hot air balloons. Stockholm is a beautiful city to be in when it’s warm and sunny… if only it were like this for more than 2 months a year.

Nothing quite as large as last weekend for me this weekend, as I will be travelling to Arboga to meet my long lost relatives, but you never know… the week after that LONDON!

Hej!

Simply put, amazing. I have had it on repeat for the past 3 days. Do yourself a favour and buy it!