After writing yesterday’s blog post Dom and I stocked up on
snacks at the grocery store and made our way to the ferry way earlier than we
needed to. I am always ridiculously early for anything transportation related
but I once missed a ferry due to circumstances beyond my control and was
paranoid it was going to happen again. I did a little happy dance when we got
on board and got some strange looks from people but I was just so happy to be
on board.
We checked into our cabin then did a short tour of the boat. It was a decent sized vessel, much larger
than any ferry I have ever been on before but much smaller than a cruise ship.
There were multiple restaurants, and bars on board as well as a casino and a
disco. I didn’t get much sleep the night
before so after we had seen what the boat had to offer we headed back to our
cabin. Dom had never seen A Christmas Story before, how you make it to the age
of 24 without seeing what is arguably the greatest Christmas movie of all time
is beyond me, but I knew it was something I needed to fix pronto. I loaded the
movie onto the laptop and promptly fell asleep until the credits rolled. He thought it was ‘just alright’ clearly this
kid needs some movie education.
The brief nap I had during the movie was pretty much the
only sleep I got for the rest of the night. I didn’t manage to fall back to
sleep until about 2am and minutes later I was woken up by the drunken idiots in
the cabin next to ours. I was in the top bunk, which is a fold down bed against
a wall. They kept putting their top bunk up and letting it slam back down,
making a loud bang and shaking my bed in the process. I nearly shit my pants
the first time it happened and the 30 times it happened after that it was all I
could do not to go knock on their door and kick someone in the teeth when they
answered. If that along with the constant shouting wasn’t bad enough, they
started to have sex on the top bunk and my bed started to move with every
thrust. Lucky for me buddy was a minute man but it was still a horrible
experience, for me and probably the unfortunate soul he was with for those 45
seconds as well. Round two began about
10 minutes later and didn’t last much longer than the first.
I was tired and grumpy when we finally arrived in Stockholm
16 hours setting off and the last thing I wanted to do was walk uphill for half
an hour while carrying all of my worldly possessions but I didn’t have much of
a choice. The walk to the tube was horrible but eventually made it there and in
time to our hotel, which was on the top of yet another snowy hill.
I collapsed on the bed as soon as we checked in and that’s
when I started to feel like I was on a boat. I was fine from Riga to Stockholm
but as soon as a put my head down on dry land everything started to sway. It
was very unsettling and I still haven’t entirely shaken off the feeling,
luckily I’ve managed to move pass the nausea that accompanied the strange
feeling this afternoon.
Because I wasn’t feeling well, and was stumbling like I was
drunk, the one-day I had to spend in the city was pretty much a bust. I
wandered around for about 2 hours before heading back to the hostel to lie
down. I ventured out again after a bit
of a break but I still wasn’t feeling so hot and sightseeing in the dark just
isn’t the same. I passed a grocery store on the way home and decided to pickup
some dinner, the winning combination of potato salad and Pringles. Dinner of
champions!
I’m now laying in bed trying to figure out why my body
insists on thinking that it’s on a boat and hoping that I feel better in the
morning. It’s an early start tomorrow as we catch the train to Oslo bright and
early. Hopefully my adventures there will be a little more noteworthy so I can
give you guys something worth reading.
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