Don't cry for Härnösand ;-(

Today, a woke up early. Far to early, feeling the party from last night in my head.

I walked into the city to get a ticket to Östersund, because the stupid organisation for my accomodation was a total mess, because i can only enter my flat at monday. Totaly stupid. But our friends from Östersund have each one own stuga at the campingzone, each stuga with 4 beds, so four of the Sundsvall-people agreed to the invitation to Östersund. The 300km cost 189 SEK. One night at a youth-hostel are 200 SEK. The trip back to Sundsvall will cost 114 SEK. So, i will have some fine days with my friends here until i have to stay in Sundsvall.

But if you ever have to travel from Härnösand to Sundsvall by bus, be aware that there are two busses, traveling the same way, to the same time. The one is just 10 SEK more expensive, because for buisiness-people. I was sitting at the buisiness-bus having paid for the other. I promised to take the other one next time, and everything went right.

The trip by train was very amazing. Most of the time you can see beautiful lakes and landscapes... At the evening we arrived at Östersund and Nicola was so kind to give me one of her 4 beds. At half past nine in the evening we went shopping at one of the local supermarkets. At the "kassa" an employeer noticed that we are "tyska" and told us "Ik komm och aus Deutschland, ist aber lange her" (berlin accent: i come from germany, too, but it's long ago). She was very nice and we had a good conversation. At the end she offered us to visit her at the supermarket if we have questions about Östersund. Funny, isn't it?

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