So in May I managed to be in 6 countries—two extra-long
transit countries, two meeting countries, one just for fun and one because I
live here. It was a good month. To recover, I took the first weekend back in
Chad for sleep and ignoring phone calls from caring friends. If you want to talk to me, send me a text
message. Come on. There are plenty of articles online about how terrified
introverts are of talking on the phone.
I’m not going to go into detail about each country, though I
should because apparently details are important. People are always asking me
for details like “how much will it cost to construct and install a rope pump?”
and “what time do you need me to pick you up from the airport?” and “what are
you having for dinner?”* These are all difficult questions to answer
specifically because when people ask for details, they want cold hard facts,
but in my fluid reality, such things are hazy at best. Anyway, I enjoyed my travels, but instead of details, I’ll provide photos and some observations.
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| Pottery shop |
Plans you make with the Zetterlund family are
pleasantly vague. “Take the train from the airport to Rabat. Whatsapp me when
you leave the airport so I’ll have some idea of when you’ll arrive.” This means
that you might end up in a heated Palestinian rally at the wrong stop with only
Daniel’s Swedish whatsapp number and no wifi.
It’ll all work out in the end and you’ll find him, buy some nice pottery
for your mom’s Mother’s Day present, eat some tahjeen and hang with some cool
Swedes for a little less than 24 hours.
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| Moroccan mint tea before a week with coffee-mad Swedes. |
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| Did I get a photo with DZ and his adorable family? No, but I do have about 20 photos of me and their puppy... I want one. |
Denmark
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What we in America call “danish pastries,” Danes
call wienerbrød (accurate spelling unimportant as long as you get to use the
ø). It’s good.
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| Breakfast with the IAS Denmark office |
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Take the cheesy boat tour in Copenhagen, you might get to see
the Queen! I did. She was taking a small motorboat out to her yacht for a
maritime tour. They shot off cannons and all her little soldier boys stood up
on her boat all stiff and salute-y. Also, question: is it a law that all
navy-type people must wear white uniforms with backwards bib collars? I know
all about the importance of “TRADITION” but where did these traditions come
from? At one time were these backwards collars fashionable or is there some
sort of sailing purpose for them? Do they flap in the direction the wind is
blowing or inflate into a life preserver for your neck if you fall in the water
and forget how to swim? WHY DID THEY
EVER HAPPEN? In a later blog, I will rant about berets, a purposeless,
unsymmetrical hat that neither protects one’s eyes from the sun nor one’s ears
from the cold. Also weirdly favored by militarian uniform designers.
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| Cheesy "I'm on a boat" selfie for the family. Special thank you to Anders's wife for the use of her jacket, which I wore 24-7 while in Scandinavia. When I arrived in Copenhagen, the first thing he said to me was, "Don't you have warmer clothes than those?" I mean, I was wearing a hoodie! And flipflops... (No, I didn't.) |
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| Queen's yacht. Queen is in small boat on the right-hand side of the yacht. Cannons were firing. Tourists were standing up to take photos. Amanda, hiding from the icy wind, took this from a safe distance. |
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| Climbed it. |
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Climbing buildings is fun. I decided to climb up
a church steeple I’d seen from the boat. I figured out my way over and decided
that it was worth it to pay to climb up to the top. I was right, of course. Then I found another
tower from that tower that I decided that I wanted to climb, so I went there
and climbed it and waited for my friend, former roommate in Yemen, who somehow
still likes me even after having to live with me for several months (a rare
quality with my roommates). She let me
come home with her to her beautiful little house in the Danish countryside
where I got to meet her family and go for a beautiful green woodsy run. I don’t
mind my sandy desert runs, but it’s always fun to explore new places. I’m
usually slower, though, because I sometimes stop to take photos and admire the
scenery.
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If you leave your phone in your friend’s car
when she drops you at the train station to head to Sweden, find a nice Nepali
guy in a train shop and he will let you use his phone to contact her to come
back and find you.
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| Thanks, new friend! |
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Also, while you’re there, buy the Ginger Pepsi
Max. It’s good.
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| This is good. Je dis oui. |
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Regrets: I didn’t get to meet Chili Klaus or
Michael Learns to Rock, but Johanne had emailed back and forth with the Michael
Learns to Rock lead singer about an art auction she was doing to raise money
for refugee minors in Denmark (because she’s super cool like that) and so I
felt very close Michael. Almost like he was teaching me to rock, painting my
love and all that, in spite of the fact that I’m not an actor and not a star
and I don’t even have my own car. While we are on the subject of Scandinavian
pop music, I’m pleased to note that I never had to hear any ABBA songs while
traversing the great white north. If that’s not a successful Nordic trip, I
don’t know what is.
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| Johanne gave me a hot water bottle for my survival. The previous week in Chad, I'd been sleeping with a frozen water bottle. It took me a long time to convince myself to leave that warm bed. But the sunny, spring-green run WAS worth it. |
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| Yemen/Denmark--it's basically the same place. |
Before we move on to the next three countries, I’m going to
pause and pretend to write a country report for IAS, which is actually
something I might have done at an earlier time had I not been busy doing more important things like whittling my inbox down from 1200+ to 315 emails. NOBODY RESPOND TO ANY OF THE EMAILS I WROTE PLEASE.
Sneak preview of Sweden photos:
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| With my favorite francophone Swedish family in Stockholm before they told Gösta he couldn't get ice cream. |
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| Being a Viking in the long-boat we wanted to take out on the lake, but there wasn't enough water. |
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| There was enough water for us to bust out the canoe, though. |
* Here's what I had for dinner:
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| Pineapple salsa made by This Genius. And you thought I never ate anything healthy! Note: pairs well with nacho-flavored chips and gummy smurfs. Amanda=Nutrition |
