31 Dec 2008

Gott Slut på 2008 och Gott Nytt 2009


I år firar jag före Europa. Så konstigt att jag kommer vara i 2009 och de flesta jag känner fortfarande i 2008!

Jag fick tyvärr avsluta 2008 med att shoppa! Usch, inte min grej. Men vid klockan 18 kom jag på att OJ, jag har ingenting nytt att ha på mig för första dagen 2009!!! Och det måste man förståss ha, jag är inte vidskeplig men varför chansa? Ända sedan jag var barn har det varit viktigt med något nytt på nyårsdagen, annars får man ingenting nytt under hela nästa år (precis som man ska hålla sams etc på nyårsdagen annars kommer det avspegla sig i resten av året. I år kommer det gå lysande för jag är inte ens i närheten av vänner, släktingar och bekanta, i alla fall inte bekanta som jag lärt känna ännu) - så det var bara att rusa ut och köpa en ny topp och ett par strumpor. Nu är jag settled. Nu är det bara att byta om och gå ut och fira nyår!!!

Kram!!!

30 Dec 2008

A tip, check the stamp

I SAW the man at the border control in Singapore stamp my passport and embark/disembark papers. But I don't know what he stamped because it was not the passport at least. Which created a stirr when I was going to fly out to Malaysia again...
Unclear how many times we - border control and I - flipped through the pages to find the stamp. Back and forward, back and forward. And then a colleague came and did the same. And then we had to go to another counter. And the discussion went on and on. How could then give me a "disembarked" stamp if I didn't have an entry stamp? In the end they ended up writing my details in. It is a bit funny actually because the rest of the paper work had my passport number on it, and they could see me in the system, plus I could show my boarding pass etc from the flight from Kuala Lumpur to Singapore.

Wonder what would have happened if they hadn't been able to do the manual work? (By the way, they tried to blame it on me, that I have to check the stamp. I thought their staff were professionals, and besides many countries you don't get a stamp, but OK... Guess it was just that they were stressed because they didn't know what to do...) Anyhow, it would have been kind of interesting not being allowed to leave a country, wouldn't it...???

26 Dec 2008

Dinner friends etc

I have never met so friendly people as here. It is not just the Malaysians, it is also the people coming here as tourists, everybody seems relaxed and happy. Of course it helps that I am travelling alone, it is clearly easier to get talking to people if you are alone, but anyhow. I was a bit suspicious when I was invited to join a gorgeous woman yesterday in a bar, but it was a whole group so I went along with it. It wasn't like I was going to get any drinks anyhow, and I was in an establishment, so I saw no harm in it. And it wasn't, it was really joyful. I didn't stay very long, exhausted from the flight as I was (or not really, only sort of, I had had a wonderful de-stressing massage earlier and also a nap in the middle of the day, but I knew I WOULD be).

And today. December 26, I found an Indian restaurant, a tiny little place where there were a lot of Indians. No other westerner in sight. That's where I wanted to go – ABC restaurant. So I did. Got my little menu but decided that I didn't want to look at it. Instead I got up and tried to sneak a peak at what the other guests were eating. I was very successful, very successful indeed. All of a sudden I found myself having been invited to share a meal with a family of two. Turned out that they were from Indonesia, so now I have an invitation to go to Indonesia...! And actually he is originally Indian, from Mumbay, and she has a German mother and Indonesian father. Even though she has been in Indonesia since she was seven she still speaks German – and go there now and then. Her mother is from Aachen, not far from Düsseldorf! It is a small world!

Had a great meal, and a wonderful time speaking to my new friends. And they insisted on taking the bill, as they felt I had more or less just helped them finish the food they anyhow didn't have a chance to finish. Which is not true, there was also extra food ordered for me! Amazing! FAR more than I could EVER have expected.

Well, I suspect that I will have far more to tell when I get back!


About Kuala Lumpur

Kuala Lumpur is an amazing city – vibrant, international, basically it has everything, except possibly snow. Not that snow is anything I miss. What else impresses me is that EVERYBODY, really everybody speaks English. Of course it is a former colony, but seriously... And they are good at it too! Even places I have been too where I was the only westerner, they understood me quite well. I must admit that I don't always understand them though, but it is not because of the language, it is because that some of them are so nice and gentle and speak kind of quiet. Other than that, no problem what so ever. That is very different from China, for example, where the level of English is, well, completely different. But then again if you are in China you are taught Mandarine, and then you can speak with at least one fifth of the world anyhow, so why bother...

Why didn't I know this before? And it is the easiest place to travel alone in, at least so far. Everybody is very friendly and helpful. Sometimes almost a bit much, for someone who is used to take care of herself!
I basically walk all over the place, or well, I have been on a hop-on, hop-off tour today but in all the areas where I have hopped off I have been walking, and I have been walking home during the night too. The biggest risk here is the traffic... And that is on the other hand a big risk, but I try to blend in with the Malaysians and cross the streets together with them. I recon a car will not be too keen on running into a whole group, and we are certainly visible...

Well.... Ill be Asian before I get home ;-)

There is something fishy going on...



Today I had a food massage. But not just any foot massage. This one was special. I was in the Central Market here in Kuala Lumpur when I saw two little kids being totally overexcited. And of course I had to go and find out why...

The fish massage was the reason. Their mum and dad were just getting one - obviously nothing for the kids, it would probably just scare either them or the fish... Plus the stools you had to sit on were way to high for any kid to reach down from... But it looked fascinating so obviously I had to give it a try myself.

You put your feet in a pool full of fish and they - listen to this - nibble at your feet, eating the dead skin. It TICKLES!!!
But it was worth the euro I had to pay... If only for the pleasure to say that I tried it (but actually it WAS nice once I had gotten used to the sensation...)

More about being a giant...

I have noticed it even more. I really truly am a giant. The bed is broader than it is long. I end up having my feet sticking out, as there are so many pillows that takes away from the total length. Guess I have to use less pillows in the future... Or sleep the other way around, as it is wide enough for one and a half of me or so...

25 Dec 2008

A GIANT

I am a giant! Especially compared to the tiny little Malaysian (and Thai and Chinese girls). I can't even find socks (yes, forgot to bring so today I had to do what I don't like - shopping) for me in the ladies department, have to go to the men's department! And the men's sizes are still only the European 39-43 or so. The ladies socks are way to small for me. I fell enormous!

And it is not just the socks, it is also other things. Like the toilets, where they have real toilets. The one in my hotel room (splendid hotel by the way!) feels so low that I am almost sitting on the floor...



24 Dec 2008

In the airport

Sitting in the airport waiting for my plane to Kuala Lumpur, where I am celebrating Christmas this year. For some wierd reason I feel nervous! ME! Nervous about travelling??? This is the person who normally travels around especially Europe on business, alone, and who has been in other distant places, also alone, both privately and on business - and I love it, by the way - and now I feel NERVOUS??? What is this???


Well, I guess it will pass...


And everything is normal. As always the last couple of years when I travelled on holiday I started by spilling. This time tea. Tea is worse, because it is hot... Really made an effort not to spill, no oily stuff, tissues in my lap in case I'd drop some marmelade etc. And instead I was unsuccessfull putting the lid back on the tea cup when I had put some honey in it, and I spilled over my stomach and my legs. The trousers are OK, they are kind of tea coloured anyhow, but the white shirt has some interesting spots... Why oh why can I never go through customs and immigration with clean clothes???


Merry Christmas everybody!

22 Dec 2008

I love this city!

I love this city. It is as simple as that.
Just don't get why I didn't move earlier.
Düsseldorf is international, fun, with a lot to see and do. I have a love affair with this city, I swear! It also happens to be the fashion capital of Germany, but that doesn't bother me, I am as untrendy as I have always been ;-)

Interestingly enough I have been homesick for the first time in my life, but not for Gothenburg or Sweden in general. I don't miss Sweden, even though it is fun to come there as a tourist from time to time. No, instead I was homesick this weekend, missing Pempelfort, the part of the city where I first lived when I came here. It is north of the city center, full of great people, a part where everybody says hi, and, well, it is just fantastic.
And I was there Saturday, and just felt homesick!!! Silly really. It is only a tramride away, or I could even walk there. And also, there is no point in trying to move there, parking space is non existing and it is trickier to commute to the city I work in. But ANYHOW!!!

But of course, when I feel homesick I can just bring out some of the pictures that show how they park in Düsseldorf, and I will again remember why I didn't decide to stay in the area... The car on the tracks is not parked, but the other two are - and yet this is one of the better examples of parking, I saw much more much worse...

(And for those of you who don't remember I moved to Düsseldorf beginning of 2008, from the beginning I lived in a flat that the company arranged for me, a furnitured small flat in Pempelfort. Now I live in the southern parts, in a flat that I love. The area is good, but it is not Pempelfort...)


Blogging at Starbucks

Yep, I am doing it, sitting with my computer (darling Mac!) at Starbucks, enjoying a coffee and writing here. Wanted to do it for a long time and now, finally! After all I am paying a fee for having internet access (flat fee) also at hotspots in Germany and naturally I want to use that :-)

So here I am. I will be heading home in a while, have some report that I need to finish before I leave for Malaysia on Wednesday. Had I thought about it I would have brought it with me and I could have been here writing my report :-)

But on the other hand I will be needing a nap soon. I have again ruined myself at Maruyasu, the place with the best sushi in Düsseldorf. And the owner is the sweetest, he always tells me about new kinds of sushi they have, and now and then I get an extra treat. But OK, I am a good paying customer who buys a lot so I guess I have deserved it....


Vardagsedge

På vägen hem, alldeles utanför huset, täcker galler källarventiler, fönster etc. Jag KAN INTE låta bli att gå på gallren på gatan utanför, trots att flera av dem är så nertryckta och insjunkna att det förmodligen bara är en tidsfråga innan de rasar in. Då kommer jag ramla ner någon meter. Hmmm... Vardagsedge...

20 Dec 2008

Quit playing games

Or don't... Time for a gaming event tonight. A small group, everybody is busy with Christmas planning or have already left for their Christmas locations - most of the people I hang out with are expats or at least foreigners, or they are Germans originally from another part of Germany that they travel back to over the holidays (another good reason not to stay here over Christmas).  But a few are left so tonights the games are on!

I miss the lights

I am not doing a big Christmas thing this year as I will be travelling. Anyhow I am not that much for Christmas. It is nice with friends and family and the food is excellent (in Sweden we traditionally have a large buffet - and then you end up eating leftovers for days), but there is so much stress and then there is that insane hunt for presents. Not my taste, it takes away the fun. Also, I don't like the thought of people running around like mad just because they feel they HAVE to get me a present, especially when I have the trouble to try and get rid of some of the stuff I already have. (And by the way, if you ever DO want to get me a present food is a great idea. Food I can enjoy, and then, when it is gone it is gone. Or a book. I LOVE books!!! Even though I am a bit short on space in that area too but I have great hopes on fixing that...)

Anyhow, I don't LIKE shopping myself. Not a bit. Except for books and special food, but other than that, no. What I like is when I pass a shop, see something that I like, and then I can get it immediately, spontaneously. That is why I also have for example my favourite shirt shop in Gothenburg. There I know I can always find things I like, so I always leave with several shirts. Practical. I go there, I pick out the ones that I want, I try several in one go, I buy. And they fit. And they stay great.

I like coming home with nice new stuff, I just don't like the shopping.

But anyhow, that was not what I wanted to focus on, but instead I just wanted to focus on the lights. I miss the lights!!! In Sweden this time of year the windows are full of Christmas lights, you have them everywhere, and it makes December a bright and nice month. It is not the tacky "all American" coloured lights which are blinking etc but very nice decorations. And now I am in Germany, almost as dark as Sweden (at least Gothenburg) this time of the year - and there is much less lights. OK, I am spoiled, because Germany have actually adopted (or did we get it from them???) the Swedish traditions, so there are quite a bit of windows where there ARE lights, unlike for example France and Denmark, where there is only - at least that is my experience - an occasional light where there are some Swedes living. Here there are more lights, indeed, but still to few for my taste.

OK, the shops etc have lights, and the busy shopping streets have Christmas decorations as well as lights. But I am not spending much time on the shopping streets...

17 Dec 2008

Old ladies

When one of the cool teenage guys on the train jokes with me about the "kids of today" I first feel insulted. Hey, I am almost a teenager myself. And then it hits me. My school friends have children that are about the same age as these kids. Hmmm...

16 Dec 2008

It is cold - or not as warm as I would like it...

The heating system has been out. Yesterday when I came in it was freezing. The heating system was broken. Now it is OK everywhere. Except in here - the study - and the living rom. Hope it will work tomorrow...

14 Dec 2008

Brunch again

Brunch in Medienhafen. Nice. All you can eat and special price for kids - and the really small kids (under a certain height) eat for free. There is a board with a line that the kids can be measured against, to see if they eat for free or not. Guess that is a good idea, then there are no discussions. But on the other hand it is not necessarily fun to be a kid and find out that you are tiny and that this is good... As a kid, don't you want to be as big as possible? I know I did, but of course, better too short than too young. I remember vividly the frustration when we were going to Liseberg, the big amusement park in Gothenburg, and my dad told them that I was younger than I was so that I would go in for free. How insulted I felt, and unfairly treated! There I was thinking about how big I was and cashier didn't even question the lye from my father? What was that all about? Wasn't it obvious how big I was??? (Notice, the age limit was seven, I believe. So I guess I was seven but my father said I was still only six. So be careful what you say around kids, it may stick forever... ;-) And at 7 it is a big difference between 6 or 7. One year is a big part of your life. 1 year now is not quite as much...)

Popular place, Eigelstein. And there is a band playing as well, on Sundays! A bit loud though. Old lady as I am ;-) The band was great, a jazz band. The friends were great too, although we were only a small group. And the food? Yes, that was also very good.

All in all a very enjoyable start of the day!

13 Dec 2008

Bekännelser från en tant

Det är lika bra att erkänna. Skrynklorna under ögonen är väl en sak men när jag knallar hem från ett ljuvligt ställe med bra musik vid kvart i midnatt och tycker det ska bli skönt både för att jag är trött och för att jag tycker det är för hög ljudnivå, då är det väl kört, eller???

10 Dec 2008

Grå filt

Det ligger som en grå filt över Wuppertal idag, staden jag arbetar i. Och plötsligt förstår jag varför tyskarna envisas med de heltäckande spetsgardinerna som de (flesta, många) har framför fönsterna hela tiden. Ni vet de där som täcker hela rutan. Gardinerna som jag bruka gnälla över. Men här finns just nu inte tillstymmelse till sol att släppa in.

Det ser ut som Göteborg en novemberdag...

7 Dec 2008

Advent med Luciatåg


Det här inlägget blir på svenska, eftersom det kommer handla om Lucia. Det är ingen idé att försöka förklara Lucia på engelska så de engelskspråkiga vännerna får helt enkelt klara sig på egen hand...
Igår firades advent här nere i Tyskland, i en av kyrkorna. Vi var över 200 personer, stora och små. Först en gudstjänst, med den väldigt duktiga prästen från Svenska Kyrkan i Frankfurt, och sedan med kaffe och lussekatter, luciatåg, lottförsäljning och så vidare. Väldigt trevligt! Och så fanns det tomtar också! Kolla de här snyggingarna! Den ene lille grabben satt brevid mig - när jag hade tid att sitta vill säga. Han var en riktig liten flirtis och ett charmtroll. OCH vad fascinerad han blev när det dök upp en till lika dan, i samma storlek och med likadana kläder! Funderade på att ta en under armen och gå ;-)

German birthday parties - follow up

No, German birthday parties are not different from other parties, at least not when the birthday party is an international gathering with people from the whole world. The only difference would possibly be the amount of food, beer and wine that the host had brought home for the party. Had a great time but I was tired on Saturday morning, I must say...

The only thing that is strange to me when you compare Germany and Sweden is that everybody wears their outdoor shoes also inside. But I can live with that.

5 Dec 2008

German birthday party

In an hour I am off to a German birthday party. I am a bit nervous. How do you act at a German birthday party? What are the German social rules? Luckily there will be various nationalities at the party, so it is not going to be a typical German bash, I guess. That will make it easier.

But it is the simple things. Does 20:00 mean 20:00 sharp, or does it mean "earliest 20:00"? Or does it even mean, like I get the impression it does in France for example, "Not a second before 20:30 or even 21:00 but any time after that"?

And despite that several of us have bought a present together - thank god for other German friends - am I supposed to bring something small that I can hand over when I get there? Well, guess I can't go wrong with a bottle of wine, or? It is nice to have something to hand over.

The first thing I will do when I get there is however to look and see if the rest have their shoes on or not. In a German home you normally keep them on but some may take them off. You need to be careful what you do, I suspect this will be a shoes on event...

We'll see...

4 Dec 2008

I miss acting. Or acting on stage I should say...

As a teenager my hobby was acting. I loved the theater. Me and my brothers would have our own shows (no, not always that good. My oldest little brother, had the longest one man shows in the world in the basement at our grandparents place. They had a curtain dividing the biggest room in the basement, so we had our own stage. Fantastic. But the shows that the little four year old or what ever he was then put on were not always that good... Thing "Waiting for Godot" with out the irony and fun... And it is not that "Waiting for Godot" is the most fun. It is a good play but not fun. Far from it... Well, anyhow, we did our own plays and terrorised the family and the neighbours with it. Me and my friend were also often showing for our neighbour. How could she stand it??? But she did, even when the shows included singing and dancing which was not one of our greatest talents... It must have been awful... On the other hand, perhaps a bit like when I was six or so and performing at my first and only (as far as I remember) gymnastics event. Dressed in blue dresses, supposedly as smurfs. My mother laughed and laughed and laughed, because while the rest were busy looking coordinated and pretty I had my own little show, doing everything but dancing. A nightmare for any gymnastics leader with prestige. Interestingly enough I can't remember the show itself, but I remember practising for it. I was so jealous over the long silk bands that the older kids got to swing, it looked so pretty. Being a smurf didn't feel like my thing, it was below my dignity...

Also put up shows with my cousins on my mother's side as soon as we had a family gathering. But later on I got more serious about acting. We had school plays every semester, and I joined a group in the evenings too. It was so much fun, helped build my confidence and made me feel good.

I miss the acting a lot, don't know why it stopped. Guess it was a mix of things: Getting older, getting other interests, moving to another school and so forth. Several of the people in our group also moved on, so one problem was obviously that there were no groups available in the small village that I grew up in. I learned so much from the acting though. I learned to talk in front of people - I was horrible shy before that. Guess I still am, in some (many) cases, but what acting taught me is ways of dealing with it. (And when that doesn't work, I can pretend to ignore it... ;-)) I also learned one very important thing though the more serious acting I was doing for some time. To use my voice. And to use your belly when you talk instead of doing what many women do, talk using a much higher pitch than needed. That is just bad for your voice, and makes it more difficult to be taken seriously. And to lower your voice is good for other things too. Like telling children off... It is much easier to get their attention when lowering the voice and using more base, i.e more belly when talking to them... Well, I have my tricks. ;-)

But it still doesn't take away the fact that I miss acting. And unfortunately it is too late and I am too busy to take it up again. Guess I have to find other ways of expressing myself. But that is another discussion... In the meantime I can enjoy others acting. Someday I hope my German is good enough so that I can go to the theater - the real live thing - here and understand all the aspects...

HAR jag några läsare???

Har jag några läsare? Verkar som om det jag skriver är rätt ointressant. Well, jag är ingen skribent, det har jag aldrig påstått, men det är lite kul att plottra ner lite tankar och observationer här då och då. En och annat kommentar hade varit kul, så jag vet om det är någon poäng att ens skriva. Och vill man skriva väldigt privat information kan man ju göra det via mail, ni som känner mig har ju min mailaddress. Personligt har jag dock ingenting emot att se här i bloggen.

Må hända att jag inte kommer åt att svara på "alla" kommentarer men som sagt, vore kul att veta om det finns någon form av intresse.

Gammalskog

Fick den här länken av en kompis. Tycker den har ett viktigt syfte, att rädda gammal svensk skog, och det är så enkelt. Så varför inte kolla in?
Ett Klick för Skogen - http://ettklickforskogen.se/

2 Dec 2008

Glühwein

Glühwein is a German version of "Glögg", hot winedrink with loads of spices, nice to drink when it is cold outside. There are some differences between Glühwein och "Glögg" but not much (even though you can acutally buy the Swedish Gögg here too. On the other hand, what CAN'T you buy here that is typical for Sweden? The Germans are crazy about Sweden for some reason... At least the Germans in this area are.)

The looks I got from a German friend when I asked if there was alcohol free "Glühwein" though... I wasn't even asking because I wanted to try, I was just curious. Swedish Glögg you can get without alcohol. It may not be as nice but it is great if you want to drive. The Germans thought I was insane, I swear...!

Jag behöver verkligen semester

Behöver verkligen semester. Idag gjorde jag det igen. Glömde att gå av tåget... Det här gången åkte jag bara en station extra dock. Allra mest intressant var väl den gången härom veckan när jag satt och läste en jättebra bok. Undrade plötsligt om jag inte suttit på tåget väldigt längre. Tittade på klockan och ja, jo, det hade jag. Kollade ut genom fönstet. Inte mycket att se där men i alla fall. Det lilla jag såg var INTE välbekant, inte alls faktiskt. Förberedde mig på det värsta, nästa hållplats var en jag aldrig varit vid innan. Var bara att hoppa av igen och ta tåget i motsatt riktning tillbaka...

Suck!

1 Dec 2008

Kändisar

Imagine that. Jonas Gardell jobbar på lab i Wuppertal...

UPDATE: Vi har också en person som ser ut som Bill Nighy, han som spelar den avdankade sångaren i Love Actually, på jobbet...