Gävle harbour. I got the feeling the employees operating these just left for their lunch brake and never returned. One day business is flourishing, the next day it’s gone…



A few shots from a visit at Fjärilshuset (The butterfly house), Stockholm a few weeks back.




Time passed

Almost two years since my last post, it sounds like such a long time when you say it. I will get into what I’ve been up to some other time, but for now I would just like to say that I’m back in the saddle. Oh, before I forget, thanks for still following my blog in spite of my absence.


Christmas Fair at Tivoli, Copenhagen

Some pictures from Tivoli, Copenhagen.












Endless shores

I spent Christmas at my sister’s house in southern Sweden. Me and my parents had booked a flight to Copenhagen, Denmark on the 23thrd where we had planned to meet up with my sister and brother-in-law before driving back to their house, just an hour from the Danish border. Unfortunately there was a massive snowstorm in southern Sweden and Denmark that day so after a delayed flight and delayed luggage we didn’t have any time left to spend in Copenhagen. It’s difficult to imagine these pictures of green fields and endless shores were taken just two days later, on Christmas Day.















Winter swimming on New Year’s Day, Nyårsdoppet Ystad

On New Year’s Day, me, my sister and 85 other lunatics had a nice refreshing swim in the sea. This was my first time at the annual Nyårsdoppet (literally: New Year’s dip) in Ystad, Skåne. But not the last. The water temperature was around 5-6 degrees, apparently warmer than usual. For my last “dip” I was on my own, as no one seemed keen to go in a second time.

Thanks Brian for the pictures!











Even the most simple of living organisms, such as single-celled bacteria, are typically under intense selective pressure to evolve a response to avoid a damaging environment, if such an environment exists. Self-preservation is therefore an almost universal hallmark of life.” – Wikipedia

I managed to go through childhood and my teens pretty much unharmed, despite some reckless behaviour involving motocross riding among other things. Then something happened. In 2007 I broke my shinbone, where it connects with the ankle.

In 2010 I flew of my montain-bike going down-hill at 50km/h landing face first. I miraculously escaped with only a crushed upper jaw ridge, some dislocated teeth and a torn up face. Apparently over 5 hours of surgery and a few days in a hospital bed taught me nothing.

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In May this year I managed to somehow tear the ligaments in my right hand ring finger, while surfing in England, leaving permanent damage. It should have ended here, it didn’t.

A few days ago I went with a friend to American Football practice and hurt my arm during warm up. Being there for the first time I didn’t think it was a good idea to start complaining so I fought through the practice best I could. When I came home I couldn’t move my elbow and after a sleepless night I went to the doctor. Turns out I have a broken radial bone along with a sprained elbow. Strangely this incident has made me more interested in starting to play football, self-preservation is obviously an instinct I lack.


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