{"id":164,"date":"2007-06-07T17:04:00","date_gmt":"2007-06-07T17:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.notuboc.com\/?p=164"},"modified":"2007-06-07T17:04:00","modified_gmt":"2007-06-07T17:04:00","slug":"onsala-1-arrival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/notuboc.com\/?p=164","title":{"rendered":"onsala 1 – arrival"},"content":{"rendered":"
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greetings and hello from onsala sweden. i am so bleeding tired, i could literally fall asleep right here. of course it doesn’t help that the conversation in the next room is the usual Relative faire – the state of the gardens, which aquaintences have died, quilting, et boring cetera. the state of disinterest is only hightened by the fact that i heard most of these stories during the day i spent at my grandmother’s house before we left the country.<\/p>\n

but! enough of that! how’s sweden? actually warmer than i’d expected. it must have been 80 F or so earlier. oh, wait, i’m sorry, 27 C. i’m going to make a concerted effort to measure things in metres and celsius…es while i’m here. i didn’t take a whole lot of pictures on the way over, mostly i was too busy trying to ignore the tearing pain in my shoulder from the weight of my carry-on bags. i did manage to take some pictures, though. let’s see how many of them managed not to be blurry!<\/p>\n

first up, every single mile between ohio and michigan:<\/p>\n

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literally, every single mile:<\/p>\n

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ok, well, upon going through the rest, here’s the one picture that wasn’t hideously blurry:<\/p>\n

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that’s me and my grandmother, i’ll let you figure out which is which, and this picture was taken… by my mother. yeah. all, every, zenbu, the sum, total, all of my pictures were blurry. this is what happens when i try to take pictures with one hand.<\/p>\n

the coolest part of the journey really was the tram. the detroit airport is so big that they’ve installed a little elevated tram to take you from one section to the other. it was the closest thing to a metro i’ve been on yet in the states.<\/p>\n

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then i took some pictures in the terminal. warning: these are uber blurry. i was pretty lacking on sleep at this point, so i suppose i could use that as an excuse, but the fact is i own two tripods for a reason.<\/p>\n

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some guy on the flight over had some kind of diabetic emergency or something, so i got to hear that time honoured call: Is there a doctor on board, but other than that, it was mostly just me, a 7 inch screen and barely enough leg room for a midget. also, as noted earlier, descent makes me dizzy. ascent is fine, actually i like the way that one moment you’re on the ground, and then all of a sudden you’re not, but i get quite dizzy at the slightest hint of descent. i guess it’s nice to know when the plane’s going down, but frankly i think i’d prefer to rely on the pilot, rather than my inner ear, to tell me these things.<\/p>\n

we got dinner on the flight, some kind of chicken thing that i couldn’t identify. it was pretty good, though. the carrots especially were juicy. the roll was hard as a rock, but what can you expect on an airplane. breakfast, on the other hand, was really good. a fruit cup, yogurt, and a little egg mcmuffin thing that was actually quite good.<\/p>\n

on the way back, i’m claiming the window seat. grandma got the window seat on the way here, so i’m claiming it on the way back. also, planes are one hell of a lot louder than i’d imagined. i guess because my only contact with them has been on movies, where, if they put the actual sound in, we’d never here the dialog, but it was nearly impossible to hear anything. and my grandmother starts talking to me, and i’m like, grandma, the engine is practically right next to us, i have no earthly idea what you’re saying.<\/p>\n

i took some pictures of the house, too, but i’ll leave those for later, my battery’s going. adj\u00c3\u0192\u00c2\u00b6~<\/p>\n

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