Cologne, DE



It went on like this till Jaxon and myself jumped in a strangers car and went to Cologne for me to catch a flight and for him to see his girlfriend. Couched surfed there for a couple of nights before I realized I had booked my flight back to Stockholm for Christmas a whole month prior and missed it by 3o days. Anyway, Cologne saw me singing Elton John and Tina Turner Karaoke at the Asian Studies section of the University there, cheap Beck’s and a shitty DJ. Yes!




Hitch hiked to Hamburg, which was north at least, took me a out 6hrs goddammit. The first car was nice, a family, like, and the little kids forced their mum and dad to pick me up. Talked about the German economy, North vs. South, East vs. West, property rates and such, wind power. Second car, hmmm, creepy Italian guy in a turtleneck sweat with a beefy german guy. The car was luxury though, so I grinned, bared it. I mean, I didn’t bare nothin.. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. Leather.

Copenhagen, DN

No time, no time, so I pissed, ditched my cardboard, I spent half my money on a 7hr night train to Copenhagen. Yeah it was boring and I didn’t sleep a fucken wink. Took it all the way to the Airport and waited 5hrs for me plane. This woman frowned at me for about 2 of them hrs.




And I gotta tell you right now, and take it from me: 7Eleven, all hail the only thing open at 3am Sunday Morning at an Airport.Fuck their coffee and croissants and cigarettes were good. No, best ever. Yes, indeed.