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The journey through Jutland feels rubbery, the landscape is flat and monotonous. Maybe I have to hurry to Iceland, and are therefore unable storage unit to enjoy all the Jutland? The word haste is otherwise not the focus on this particular route. The boat trip we are going to take almost three days! In Esbjerg, I have a hard time finding the ferry situation. storage unit The harbor is enormous with admirably clear signage for example, traveling to England. But nowhere visible terminal Smyril Line as via the Faroe Islands will take us to Iceland. After thorough searching, I find eventually right. In an inconspicuous part of the port cringe the Faroese company's terminal ashamed. It consists of some minimal träkurer garnished with an anxious dog mack. In the travel documents needed for passengers to be there two hours before departure. That's ok, if not now check-in area humorous enough, in the total absence of toilets! storage unit Men with desperate, wandering glances seen wandering about among the containers and coaches, seeking a secluded spot to splash storage unit on. But how do all women? The season is indeed over, but here waiting anyway 800 pers. How does the shipping company? The boat then? Renowned and of suspicion as a rusty banger, like Charon's ferry freight spirit man and beast to the Elysian Beach. The picture is now underpinned storage unit by the meager check. The ferry, storage unit however, is a completely ordinary storage unit ferries. Neat and lavishly. Retirement storage unit is postponed for two hours pending a German bus load of engine stalling. Ok, the ferry is this time of year only once a week to Iceland. But then when the same group occupying the restaurant all the midday lunch and breakfast places, with the CSO good memory, he becomes furious. It turns out that bus groups, they are several, have subscribed place, others are not able to pre-order. Now we must refer instead to greasy pizza slices in the café valeric. Lake sucks, is a common saying. We will find ourselves three days on the boundless ocean, without the option of a decent meal! But plenty of bars. We are only Swedish board. Traveling companions are 800 Faroese, Danes and Germans. My splash of German phobia begins, unfortunately, to gallop! Self Good occupying not only the restaurant, but also bars, sun decks, and shopping malls. When will they ever learn? As you sing the song. Other passengers seem not significantly affected. Next to us is a bunch of weathered Faroese. Weathered by the sun, wind, water, body of work and perhaps also of alcohol? Severe chain-smoking retirees. Even before departure, the man closest to me reached his fifth drink. Society seems completely at ease with the drinks and greasy pizza bits for their survival. Later, it strikes me if the shipping company instead ruled us all from the boat booze and bars, which fucking life it would become! Sigrún and I do not know how to tackle matdiskrimineringen. Feel that Denmark's Muslims. Do we run over and starved. Of course I'm angry but always aspiring to not become a kverulerande, storage unit pissed off pensioner. Hope I succeed despite the company's successful krokbensförsök. Think positive! The cab is nice with a large window facing the gray, curly North Atlantic. Right now we are in Norwegian waters and ground-breaking oil platforms parading along our path to passage between the north coast of Scotland and Shetland. The boat is rocking welcoming, inviting and up to a gentle waltz. It feels deliciously. Soon, I'll go and order irish coffe as a surrogate for the lunch. storage unit Learn to be good against discrimination. Tomorrow is the Torshavn applicable.
Anders Bergman musicians storage unit and actors who would walk in uncharted territory. Classic drilled at the Academy of Music in Stockholm, now a more unkempt multi musician and biker culture. Has played in the Royal Opera and the Navy Band, as well as the black clubs in the Old Town and the Salvation Army headquarters in New York. Five CDs under his own name. Musicianship and writing is now a priority, but I've also been publishing director at the Nordic Music Publisher, rector of Nacka Music, theater producer, conductor Kalmar Music Society and Communications at National Concert. One time cleaning was I that county theater director in Gotland. Grounds of age, I can finally do what comes to mind. But of course ... an old musikräv goes well never retire. You select only removes desert gig, any unnecessary fuss. Existence distilled. Lives between Gnesta and Björnlunda, but this year, I live in Iceland. Taking the temperature of a nation in deep economic crisis, scope out the people, the culture of life gaits and the magnificent scenery. How's really Island? One has to wonder. On a tape machine storage unit (above) plays BERGMAN BAND, a solo project in Reykjavik, music inspired by the life of this island. Feel free to borrow your ear! View my complete profile