Thanks to the Tax Man, my plans for travelling to Sweden again next year have taken a great leap forward today.
The idea I’ve had for a couple of months is to to travel to Sweden in March for Melodifestivalen, the Swedish finals which lead to Eurovision. In the back of my mind has also been the desire to see if I could live for a longer time in Stockholm when it’s a little more bleak than in the mid-summer.
If I want to live and work there for a while at some point in the future, I think I need to be sure that I could cope with things like snow, sleet, mud and lots of darkness.
For the last week or so I’ve been asking around for some travel advice through Facebook and through email. Here’s some of the responses I’ve received…
* Stockholm gonna be so cold in march. I rem one time i went. Feb. . Double layers of clothing. I’d never been so cold. But worth it. Stockholm is beautiful at the best of times. But when it snowed. Pure beauty xxx
* Book now to get jetstars premium seats. they sell out fast. otherwise don’t bother. see my friend george on here … he works at xxxxxxx.
* Hey James – there are flights in March to Heathrow from $1300 return (Asaina) and up…you could then get a flight over to Stockholm from London. There are lots of deals to Europe…does anyone other than THai/SAS do the Asia/Stockholm direct route now…does SAS still exist?!
* Flew Air China to Sthlm during peak summer period for $1800. I can put you in touch with my agent
* I’d heartily recommend Asiana – booking now to London to get the best price – and booking to Stockholm when you see a cheap seat LHR/ARN/LHR. Asiana are fab and you might even get a free night’s sleep on the way over.
* Well, you can get Finnair to Stockholm (via Helsinki) for about $1,700 return or SAS for around $1,800 (via Copenhagen). Asiana is a great option. Great airline at a good price. You’d have to book a flight from London but if you book far enough ahead, you can get really good fares on SAS or BA. Thai is also good and goes direct to Stockholm for around $1,900 return. Those prices are all inclusive of taxes. I’m no expert but I think those prices aren’t too bad. Maybe you could get something cheaper but cheaper is not always best when flying internationally. Personally, I don’t like Jetstar and I think there is more chance of something going wrong when you’re completely changing airlines in Asia (unless you plan on staying a couple of days). Air China seems to be the cheapest option and they fly direct to Stockholm but I don’t know what they’re like. Quite a few negative reviews at http://www.airlinequality.com
* To which I replied…. “These comments are all good. Thanks Tracey for expedia as I’ve never used it before. My heart tells me use Air China (so I can visit Kate on the way). My head tells me go via London and get a cheap internal flight to Europe. Yeah, it’s gonna be cold, but that’s probably part of the appeal this time. I’ve done summer. Can I do winter?
To which I got these replies…
* You can, the scenery is breath-taking xx
* Yes, yes you can do winter. Maybe head to the Norweigan west coast and northern Sweden, like Jukkasjärvi, where the Ice Hotel and Northern Lights are. Air China were fine. I flew through Beijing and Shanghai.
So, as you can see, there’s lots to think about.
What’s helped the plan along a little is news the taxman is delivering me quite a bit more than I thought I could get back. Yay.
To get to the island of Skeppsholmen, you need to cross a small bridge. Once on the other side, you notice instantly how different the mood is from the main business district of Stockholm. You can hear the birds, most people seem to use bicycles to get around, and there’s a lovely peace about the place. With that kind of environment, it’s not surprising it’s become Stockholm’s “arty farty” island.
I went there with a big interest, this morning, in seeing the Modern Museet (the modern art museum) and a minor interest in the architecture museum. I also knew I could catch the ferry from there across to Djurgarden, another island of museums and the fun park, which was my big plan for the afternoon.
The modern art museum is terrific, and there were several works which took my breath away.
In particular, there’s a terrific work by an artist called Magnus Bartus. Over eleven years, we’re told he cut images out of newspapers and magazine, and then treated them in a special way with wax. He then arranged them hanging inches away from the wall (thus leaving a shadow under each image) in a very large installation piece. I’d estimate it was about 10 metres wide by four metres deep. It’s a truly amazing work and I spent ages looking at it. And in case you’re wondering what it’s about, and what all those images mean, it’s about the collective consciousness.
The other works that really impressed me were by the artists and photographers, Paul and Damon McCarthy. The photographs in this series based on the Disneyland exhibit, “Pirates Of The Carribean” are both spectacular and quite shocking. I noticed one nearby parent moved her children on when she realised just how graphic the works were. I loved how challenging they were.
I thought it was a great little gallery/museum with lots of interesting works. And I feel proud that I stopped myself from tripping up the stupid American woman in front of me who I overheard saying, “You know, it’s not as good as the one in New York”. Grrr.
ABBA GIrl has a new love, according to this Swedish tabloid.
Mono Music is where Benny Andersson, formerly of ABBA, has his office.
Stockholm water tour
Sami people in the Nordiska Museet.
Although now a very prosperous nation with a high standard of living, this is only a recent phenomenon and Swedes were, for many years, very poor.
A ship inside a museum. The Vasa Museum in Stockholm.
A ship inside a museum. The Vasa Museum in Stockholm.
Brolle performs in rehearsal at Allsang pa Skansen.
The national Swedish singalong tv show, Allsang pa Skansen.
Julius Kronbergs Atelje at Skansen in Stockholm.
Reindeer Meal at Skansen
Skansen open-air museum in Stockholm.
Just metres away is the architecture museum which emphasises Scandinvian design. At the moment there’s also an exhibition of 12 works by a bloke called Gert Windghardh. Originally from Goteborg, he has designed buildings all of the world. As challenging as they also are to conventional architecture – in terms of shape and form – he says his buildings are all about people.
There’s a quote where he says something along the lines of architects being only able to make recommendations, that it’s people who make choices. My favourite work was an office building which had a great wall of greenery inside.
The island is also home to “Mono Music” which is Benny Andersson’s record company, and the studio where he often creates much of his work. A nice surprise, indeed, to stumble upon it while wandering home. No one was home, by the way.
In contrast to the peacefulness of Skeppsholmen, I was surprised at how busy things were at Djurgarden. You know how there’s about 300 million people who live in America and about 70 million who live in Germany? Well, this morning, most of them seemed to be in the queue for the Vasa Museet, a museum which houses a giant sailing ship. Yes, really…
You know how Australia commemorates the military defeat at Gallipoli. Well, the Swedes have done something similar, building a giant museum based around the sinking on its maiden voyage of what was to be Sweden’s greatest military vessel, The Vasa.
The boat remained preserved for hundreds of years after it sunk, thanks to the unique properties of the local water. The ship was raised in 1961, and since then a museum has been built around the vessell. It’s amazing. Truly amazing.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t really able to appreciate it due to the large crowds there.
Far more enjoyable for me today was the Nordisk Museet (Nordic Museum). Less obviously “touristy”, the museum offers quite a deep insight into Swedish life over many hundreds of years.
I was particularly touched by the Sami exhibit, about Sweden’s indigenous people. I noticed there were similarities with Aborigines in the way in which they self-identify, and in the issues they feel are important. “Swedish is my nationality, Sami is my identity”, was a memorable quote from one of the people featured in the exhibition.
I also found it interesting to read a quote somewhere about how Swedes had gone from being one of the poorest people in the world to one of the richest in a short period of time. With that thought in mind, I began to understand a little more about the Swedish psyche, and particularly their interest and desire in the collective.
It’s also evident when you go to Skansen, the nearby open-air museum. They have community singing on a Tuesday night over summer called “Allsang Pa Skansen”. Can you think of anywhere else in the world where they televise community singing?
I was there for the dress rehearsal this afternoon and both saw and heard Swedish singing legend, Little Gerhard, as well as current pop sensation (and spunk) Brolle.
Also wandering around the park I saw Swedish comedian, Bjorn Gustafsson. I’d first become aware of his work due to Melodifestivalen, the Swedish finals for Eurovision. His comedy is both wordy and physical, and he has developed a bit of a fanbase amongst some of my ABBA-loving friends.
He was sitting with two friends having lunch in the park, and I had just about summoned up the courage to go over to him and say hello. Unfortunately, a bunch of fifteen year old girls beat me to the chase. He then moved quickly away. It’s probably just as well, as I’m not sure how he would have responded to me informing him there’s a bunch of mid 40’s gay ABBA fans in Sydney who also think he’s fantastic. Actually, he probably would have it enjoyed it.
Minutes later, he was standing next to me as I was looking at one of the exhibits, and for a moment I wondered if I should have said hello then, but the moment had passed. I assume he’s going to be appearing tonight as a special guest on Allsang.
Oh yeah and there is an ABBA connection. Well, quite a few actually, including the artist studio for Julius Kronberg which I visited today. A giant painting inside the studio was used as the backdrop for ABBA’s final studio album, “The Visitors”.
This is my last night in Stockholm, before heading off to Kiruna and then Narvik (in the far north of Norway) tomorrow. A plane then a train will take me to the land of the midnight sun, where I intend to relax for a bit. After the last few days I’m gonna need a holiday. My feet ache!
I’ll be writing regularly, though I’m not sure how often I’ll be posting. You might end up with half a dozen posts at once. After the crack-a-jack pace of the last few days, I’m looking forward to a few days of doing nothing, relaxing. Maybe watching the birds, going bushwalking, all that kind of palarva…
Even though it’s an absolutely beautiful day, and I know I should be outside, I’ve just woken up from a brief afternoon nap. I was up reasonably early (for a Sunday), as I had to go to Tamarama this morning for “Sculpture By The Sea”. On top of a reasonably late night last night, I found myself a little tired by the time I arrived home at about one o’clock. Walking in the door, I took off most of my clothes and headed straight for the couch. Ah, don’t you love Sundays?
Life’s funny, though, isn’t it? You can spend weeks on end with nothing terribly much happening in your life, and then suddenly you find yourself with hardly enough time to scratch yourself. This week, for example, I’ve been to see the new Brad Pitt film (Wednesday), the launch of the Sydney Festival at the Opera House (Thursday), drinks with Laura who is back from London (Friday), and to see the play, “Holding The Man” with my friend Sue, who is visiting from Melbourne (Saturday).
I got a phone call from Michaela on Tuesday, I think, asking me if I wanted to see the new Brad Pitt film, for which she had won some tickets. Aware that I had a fairly busy week, I ummed and ahhed for a while, until I finally thought to myself, “ah buggar it”, I’ll just go anyway. In this film Brad Pitt “returns to arthouse” (as Michaela put it), playing the American outlaw, Jesse James. Aside from the many cinematic references to Jesse James over the years, I wasn’t overly familiar with his story, aside from a vague understanding he was their equivalent to Ned Kelly. Unlike Kelly, however, James was shot dead by a member of his own gang. And while much of the film is about James himself, it’s also about the man who shot him, speculating on the reasons why it occured, and providing some insight into the life of the man after he shot James, and the reasons why James became a “folk hero”. Although it’s a comparatively long-film (2.5 hours), I never felt the time drag as we watched it. Indeed, by the time it finished, just after nine o’clock, neither one of us was ready to go home to bed, so we headed down the Spanish area of the city and enjoyed Tapas and a bottle of red. That was Wednesday.
I had to be up early on Thursday morning (5am start), so I didn’t really have all that much sleep that night. Luckily I was able to leave work a little earlier, and head home for a nap before heading off to Opera Bar for dinner with Colin and Vanessa, and then to the launch of this year’s Sydney Festival. Compared with previous years, there’s a lot more music and dance this year, and I love the way they’ve expanded the number of large public events.
It was another busy day at work on Friday (gosh the tax-payer gets good value for money in employing me!), before heading off to catch up with Laura who is back in Sydney for about six weeks, before heading back to London (or maybe New York). Hopefully, she’ll be in NYC when I visit there next year.
And then last night, my friend Sue and I went to see “Holding The Man” at Belvoir Street. As I’ve mentioned previously, Holding The Man is a very special book and play, which means a great deal to me. It’s both extremely funny and extremely sad, and once again last night I had a bit of a cry. I think the play means a lot to the cast too, as both Sue and I thought the performance given last night was terrific, especially by the actor who plays Tim. “Did you think he was really crying?”, Sue asked me. “Yes, I did actually”, I told her, as the look on his face and the tears in his eyes seem to indicate to me that whatever emotions he had summoned up for the final moments of the play were clearly very strong ones. I sat opposite him on the bus the other week, by the way, which was a bit of a thrill.
We then came home, ate some ice-cream, had a cup of tea, and chatted until about one o’clock this morning.
“Your alarm’s going off”, Sue shouted through the door of my bedroom this morning, just after seven o’clock. Despite the late night, I needed to be out of bed reasonably early this morning for Sculpture By The Sea. At about seven o’clock the sky was still very grey, and I wondered briefly if it was worth bothering going down given the inclement weather. Within an hour or so, the sun has started to appear and by about nine o’clock there were beautiful blue skies over Sydney.
It was the first time I’ve been to Sculpture By The Sea for a number of years, and I was reasonably impressed with most of the statues on display. The warm weather brought with it good crowds, and I sometimes found it difficult to really appreciate the works, surrounded by thousands of others. I might take the advice of my friend Colin and go back sometime during the week if I can get a moment away from work. “I always go mid-week at about eleven o’clock in the morning”, he told me on the phone yesterday, “when it’s just me and the little old ladies”.
Right now, though, I think I might head down to Darling Harbour where there’s a European Travel Expo currently underway.
Sculpture By The Sea
Sculpture By The Sea
Sculpture By The Sea
Sculpture By The Sea
Sculpture By The Sea
Sculpture by the Sea
Sculpture by the Sea
Sculpture by the Sea
Sculpture by the Sea
P.S. It’s my birthday this week and I will be having drinks from about 6.30pm Friday at a TBC venue. Although a workmate reckons we should go to Pontoon, I’m not so sure. I’m thinking inner-city cheap pub myself. Or maybe Opera Bar which, amusingly, a friend told me this week is known on Friday nights as the “Dry Cleaners”: it’s where you go to pick up a suit!
In Australia, the phrase “map of Tasmania” is used to refer to female pubic hair, although in these days of “the Brazilian” it may be on the verge of falling out of favour. One of the funniest things about visiting Tasmania was the common use of the phrase “map of Tasmania” without even the slightest wry grin. Oh yes, and the local commercial radio station is HO-FM which the locals call H.O.F.M. but which I thought should be called HO-F.M. That made me laugh too. And I couldn’t stop saying “Ho-ho-bart”, as in Prue and Trude from Kath and Kim who used to refer to jojoba as “ho-ho-ba”. Okay, all of the siliness out of the way, Hobart is fan-bloody-tastic!
Hobart’s best known attraction is the Salamanca Place Markets, held each Saturday. I’m not a great one for markets at the best of times – how many wooden chopping boards or hand-painted plates do you need – but I can see the attraction for these. Thankfully there’s no crap: everything is home made, home crafted and home grown which makes them truly genuine. The music – whether it be teenagers on violins or “ethnic drummers” is also honest and genuine. I guess the reason I don’t like markets generally is the crowds… I hate getting caught into the vortex of thousands of people looking at home made pottery and tubs of local honey… and so even at these markets I had to take some time out.
And so from there I headed up Kelly’s Steps to Battery Point which is an old port and maritime village and one of the swishest places to live in Hobart. It’s kind of like The Rocks, though far less seedy. Thank goodness for the long-term impoverishment of Hobart which, I’m told, is the reason why so many of the historic buildings remain standing, unlike a city such as Perth, which is very modern, thanks to that city’s reliance on the wealth of the mining industry. Thank goodness for poverty! The buildings of Battery Poin are gorgeous and every one has a view, either of the Derwent River or of Mount Wellington, the large imposing mountain which becomes snow-capped in winter and which gives Hobart a slightly Alpine, European feel to it.
In many respects, I thought the landscape around Hobart was a little like the landscape around Canberra. Although I’m not exactly sure, I’d imagine both towns/cities are at a similar elevation. The rolling hillside around Hobart also reminded me of the landscape around Canberra, towards Goulburn and towards Braidwood.
I had a good chance to see the landscape when, on Saturday, a friend from work, Jen and I drove to Peppermint Bay, located about thirty minutes south of Hobart. We had a coffee and scone at a terrific venue overlooking the bay, wandered around an art gallery with too many overpriced watercolours and then paid a visit to the Sheep Cheesery. We were there just before the sheep were to be milked for the day, but on taking a look at the photographs of what was about to occur, thought the better of it.
By and large, I ate really well in Hobart and on most occasions it was around the waterfront. T42 is one of the hottest places in Hobart at the moment. The bar is good, the prices are okay and the food is also good. On Friday night I ate a a very yummy duck dish which was very nice and reasonably priced. And then on Saturday night I ate next door at, “Athena’s On The Pier”. Jen and I shared a delicious mezze plate which consisted of a selection of dips, spinach pie, char-grilled baby octopus, marinated chicken fillets, mixed olives and feta cheese, Greek style meatballs and dolmathes. I also had the Oktapodi psito or “island style char-grilled octopus” which was locally caught octopus, marinated then char-grilled, finely sliced and served with lemon and tzatziki. Unfortunately, the restaurant has been sold and will close next weekend. I also ate Maldini, a terrific Italian restaurant – we started with the Antipasto Misto and then I had a mussell-based risotto – located in a gorgeous convict-built building. Highly recommended.
But there were a couple of downsides… minor ones. At all the places I ate, vegetarian meals weren’t high on the agenda. And Hobart’s culinary oddity is the flat white. At a number of places in Hobart when you ask for a flat white, the coffee and the milk arrive separately. The rationale, I’m told is that you can choose yourself just how much milk you want. Although it may work for some people, it resulted in me burning the roof of my mouth. Shall I grind the beans for you as well?
The only other negative was a case of sunburn on Saturday. I guess it was the combination of the alpine vista and the ozone layer hole which is located above Tasmania that left me slightly pink.
Over a drink or two the other night, I was chatting with a friend and colleague about my brief theatrical career.
All throughout high school, I was always one of the kids chosen to “read aloud” when we studied English.
And of course, with my radio background, there was always a bit of drama here and there.
But it wasn’t until I lived in Renmark that I appeared on stage – properly – for the very first time.
Having met some “theatrical types”, I was encouraged to go along to auditon for the Renmark Theatre Group, a local amateur group.
The first production I was involved in was a pantomime: Jack and the Beanstalk which, I recall, went on for an inordinately long time. As I remember now, I think the production probably went three hours or so.
Renmark Theatre Group – Jack and the beanstalk
And of course, I was selected for the role of Jack’s mother. Very camp. Lots of fun.
The only other production I was involved in was a play called “Bananas” which was a political critique about racism, Nazism and all that kind of thing.
I have some very fond memories of my time with the Renmark Theatre Group, and went looking online last night to see if I could find anything about the group, including hopefully something about my time there.
I do, however, have a photograph from the Murray Pioneer in 1990 (I think)…
I showed the photograph to my friend and colleague today at work. She thought it was a hoot, and so do I.
“The further up the hill you lived, the more money you had; the better school you went to; and the less you had to worry about floods…”, was how I once described to a colleague the “class system” in Lismore (my hometown in Northern NSW). She, too, had grown up during the 60s and 70s in a working-class Catholic family, albeit in Brisbane, but agreed, “Yes Catholics spend their entire lives trying to make it to the top of the hill”.
For a long time, it seems to be Catholic in country NSW, meant you never had a lot of money. Was it the size of the family? Was it the Irish background? Yes, and probably other factors too. Though there were obviously lots of wealthy Catholics back then, for me and my peers, Catholic living in a country town inevitably meant “poor” or at least “working class”.
And in Lismore, the geographic (and economic) hierarchy from bottom to top was: North Lismore, South Lismore, East Lismore, Lismore Heights and then Goonellabah. North Lismore always flooded, and so that’s where the poorest people lived (including most of Lismore’s Aboriginal population). South Lismore came next, though oddly enough, South Lismore and North Lismore are geographically next to each other, and there was a lot of connection between the two. And so it goes. Though I should offer a “rider”, as there were parts of South Lismore and East Lismore that flooded as much as North Lismore. It’s hard to imagine now, but as you drive over the Ballina Street Bridge, there were houses on the river bank, inhabited mostly by Aboriginal families, which always flooded.
Though we had family who lived on “higher ground”, I was never really aware of the differences until I went to Richmond River High School. Suddenly, I was surrounded by people with a lot more money, and who didn’t have to worry about “packing things up” (just in case) when the river came up. It’s not something that worried me, but it’s just something I’d never noticed previously. That said, our high school was always considered “bottom of the rung”, because it was located in North Lismore and therefore flooded.
Is there a “hierarchy” these days? I’m not sure, as it’s thirty-something years since I’ve lived here full-time. The only thing I’ve really picked up on is a “hierarchy” between those who live “IN Lismore” and those who live “OUTSIDE Lismore”. “You live IN Lismore?”, I’ve heard people say, mostly followed by “What a hole”.
And me? I now live on a hill, albeit in Sydney. “If my place ever flooded, Sydney would be in serious trouble”, I’ve told family members unfamiliar with the geography.
But I remain a “Proud Southie”, and keep a keen eye on things. The family and I spent a bit of time yesterday going through photographs from the flood earlier this year, which saw backyard inundations for a number of family members, one family member getting awfully close, and another family member actually have water inside their house. We also talked a little about which shops in South Lismore had been impacted by the floods, which had quickly re-opened, and those which have never re-opened.
The water almost entered Nancy’s house on Union Street, South Lismore, as viewed from Pat’s place.
We also spent a bit of time looking at family photographs. Going through old photograph albums and “biscuit tins”, we unearthed some real gems.
We also unearthed a few previously forgotten photographs of me. Oh, that centre part!
Gloria O’Brien – Long HairSitting on the Robert White Bridge, after much of it was washed away in a flood.
One of the jobs I’ve taken on is to begin to digitise the large collections we have.
And then last night, we went for a look around the neighbourhood. Here are some of the “Christmas Lights of South Lismore”.
For the most part, the weather’s been overcast since I’ve been home, and we’ve had a couple of late afternoon rain and thunderstorms.
Done, sir!
My five goals.
That was fast!
You were both fast! :)
CB
Man, you gotta let me know when stuff like this happens! Will do it soonish.
PS: You are good at existing, are you sure you want to try other things?