Mitt Universitetet

Ok so university has officially started, and I hopefully have a picture attached of the place. Wowza, it was on old military barrack, and when Sweden de-militarised, they had to figure out something to do with the buildings...so the airforce base was converted into an airport, most buildings became business's, and a university was formed in the town centre...pretty well masked I must say.

The classes have officially started too. The academia started with a group meeting of roughly 70-80 people gathering in a hall, all "Freemovers" as we are called, internationals with a right to study here. And international we are indeed. I think the only continent that was skipped was South America...but seriously, there are people from all over. And since last week thursday, its been getting to grips with the place since then...
Classes itself started on Tuesday the 31st of August. There are approximately 30-35 people studying Masters in Tourism...three are swedish....interesting indeed.
Classes are different to South Africa, with much self study required, in a short space of time. There are two lectures a week, two, which in a space of three weeks, we would have basically self read two books and a journal, in which we are to be tested...in groups, like group work...Alrightey then...

Besides from Academia, I am so greatfull to God for His guidance in this move. There is a drastic shortage of accommodation in this town, and people have been moved from pillar to post, and have struggled to find a place to stay. Those getting accommodation now are paying crazy prices, for very little indeed...

There is also a new addition to my life, a movable asset, that I have named Norman...a decrepit beat up, needs some attention mountain bike. But at 350:- what could you have expected. It has one gear, (the hardest), so uphills are exactly that, uphills, and the brakes are...well, need a little work...but it looks good and it gets from A to B quicker than walking...so its a winner...

One thing I have had a laugh about, is what the Swedes call a Grill, some other nations call a BBQ, and we know it as a braai...They have no idea. They light about 9 coals in a foil pan and try slow roast a sausage, in weather that is about 9 degree's and cloudy...oh how I miss a proper braai! Please see pictures attached. I will secretly humour these people for now...but one day the braai instinct will take over...

And that for now is signing off...more to follow in time...

Cheers