Summer of the midnight sun

Borlange is quiet and small, but kind of nice. Falun is where I work. This weekend I had to get the hell out of town so made a last minute trip to Uppsala, which is Sweden's 4th largest city and near Stockholm. Due to rushing to catch my train I accidentally bought first class tickets at a price of 818 Kronor, so resolved to make my trip well worth it. Visited the church (possibly cathedral) but didn't go in as something was going on - turns out they were making a new Bishop - and the castle, which was actually pretty bland on the outside. Then I set off for the pre-viking burial mounds of Gamla Uppsala, but went the wrong way. 5km the wrong way. My route to the burial mounds took in 25% of the outskirts of town, and I actually saw some cool stuff - lots of little burial sites, a baseball match and a shop called WiLLy:s, that advertised itself with a picture of hot dogs. Gamla Uppsala pretty impressive, really big mounds but I only stayed a few minutes before I had to head home! Then I felt really sad. When I got home my feet were almost too sore to walk.

Joined Borlange Judo Club and started training, it is good, quite flashy judo and light on the randori (as yet).

Visited the local world heritage site - a copper mine, which is bloody massive and actually sort of photogenic, if you like massive open mines. Which I guess I do.

Slut.