What an interesting day it’s turned out to be! After leaving Ystad this morning in the blazing sunshine and walking, (yes I repeat walking, at the time it just seemed such a good idea!) the 2 kilometres from my hostel to town with ALL my life from the past 6 months bundled into the two bags I was carrying. Needless to say they were both EXTREEEEEEMELY heavy and by the time I reached town, not only was I worried that I would turn into Quasimodo if I had to walk one more step with my beastly bags, I was also sweating like a beast and even redder than I was when I left the hostel. Now whether this was due to the perspiration or because I had walked all the way there with the sun full on my face and was probably, thus, even more sunburnt than when I left the hostel – which is saying a lot, seeing as I already looked like a beetroot – it’s very hard to tell! I don’t think I look any redder than before, now I’m sat here in my snugly little room but who knows!
At least I have some colour now though, so I’m not going to complain! After the last weeks of term where I felt I had actually become a recluse and would never see the brighter shades of gold of the Scandinavian sunshine ever again, it’s nice to be basking in it now! ☺
So as I said I left Ystad (Er-sta) today for Kristianstad (Kri-w-han-sta) with the ultimate goal being Ahus. Arrived in Kristianstad to find myself suddenly, and mostly unexpectedly, being thrown into a ghetto! Having not been expecting this, it was even more of a shock to suddenly be surrounded by loud, raucous Swedes, a lot of them fat and most of them really seeming to have come from the ghetto! O and I mustn’t forget the gormless ones that seemed to have collected at the bus station, which I might add was right next to one of the most hideous shopping complexes I think I have EVER been unfortunate enough to be within 500m of! (o and I musn’t forget to mention here that the Systembolaget was also situate here, so most of the gormless ones sat waiting at the bus station were probably in such a state due to alcohol! I now understand why Kristianstad nation had a ‘bling’ themed sittning…life suddenly makes sense!
Well, in case it didn’t come across Kristianstad was NOT a favourite place of mine! In fact I felt like I was in Stevenage, and that is saying something (considering I have NEVER compared anywhere Sweden to anything like a chav haven that the Nidge really is!) Sweden in my eyes was chav free and all the better for it, but with a most depressed air I left Kristianstad sadly resigned to the fact that no matter what, they really are taking over the world, much to everyone else’s horror!
On the plus side of the city (yes there was a veeeery small one!) it appeared that today was a day of celebration: when you pass your exams/graduate here, either form school or university, instead of black, billowing robes students don a tasteful sailor looking hat and parade through the streets blowing whistles, singing, laughing and generally just making a lot of noise. This is done either in classy cars or, in the funner cases from the back of a lorry/tractor/open top van that is decorated with tree leaves and branches, complete with banner and balloons! Fabulous tradition I tell you!
So arrived to sleepy, beautiful, old Ahus with a MOST grateful air and sat in the sunshine until the hostel was open at 5 (really annoying that check in is only available between 5-6 – craziness I’m telling you!)
Had a lovely wander round town soaking up the last of the evening sunshine and absorbing the fabulous history of the town, from medieval walls to ruined churches, a saints tomb and cute, lovely picturesque half timbered houses. Hmmm…simply dashing, what more could you ask for!