What I wrote on the back of this picture:
"My great big mess in my room at the Trondheim hostel - 10 beds and 1 me, hard to sleep with 200 drunk teenagers beating down your door."
It's the only picture that I know of that I took inside a hostel, which is a shame since I stayed in so many (and some of them were really lovely). In Trondheim I bought a rosemaled plate and a Norwegian sweater.
10-6 Journal Excerpt: "I'm sitting at the Trondheim train station waiting for a train to take me - eventually - to Copenhagen. It's cold, but I have on my new sweater and my jacket. This later train will get me to Copenhagen much sooner and cheaper than the one I missed this morning.....
This is what I wrote on the back of this photo:
"My cute backpack saving my seat on a train on a ferry. My pack was nice to cuddle with."
This was a train that they took apart and put on a boat to cross some water (?) and then put back together. You can see trucks and other stuff that was in the storage area of the boat out the train's window. I got off the train and went up on the deck, which was a bright spot in that long, tired train ride.
10-7 Journal Excerpt: "Last night I got into my sleeping bag on the train and just sat there - everyone else getting on the train looked at me, but I really wanted to sleep. So I finally got to sleep and the next thing I knew a steward woke me up and said, "Stockholm?" So I freaked out and put all my stuff away, put my shoes and coat and backpack on and hurried off the train. It was 1 in the morning and no one else got off, so I asked a man if this was Stockholm and he said, "Oh no, you've got 5 more hours to go.""
On 10-9, I explain in my journal that I left Copenhagen earlier than I planned to "because I hate it." Okay. I think the bus system was difficult to use, the city was really spread out, and I was desperately lost too much of the time to enjoy anything. Also, I claimed to have seen green, toxic sludge in the street, and a weirdo followed me around and freaked me out.
On 10-10, I explain that I am in someplace called Roskilde "because I took the wrong train." I eventually made it back to Germany and was immediately relieved (not sure if it was Hamburg again or Kiel). I was overall very happy when in Germany and Norway, mostly because the people were nice to me.
Navigation was a huge stressor throughout the trip, even moreso than language. Food was a close second.
On 10-11, I made it to Amsterdam.
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