In just a few hours I will be leaving Los Angeles for Stockholm, Sweden.
So what do I know about Sweden? A quick look at Sweden's official tourism website tells me that this country of 9.6 million people recycles 99% of its waste, is 97% uninhabited wilderness, receives nearly 50% of its energy from renewables, and that it legalized gay sex in 1944 (an important fact to know about any country you visit).
Sweden sounds awesome. (And I wholeheartedly mean this, Sweden sounds incredible.)
According to the trusty internet (why would the world's number one pornography resource lie to me?), Swedish law has something called allemansrätten (translated: “the everyman's right”) which allows you camp basically anywhere in the country – for free.
This means that so as long as the temperatures remain above 0°F (~18°C), I should be fine (aka capable of surviving).
King Carl Gustaf of Sweden knows how to party (and for anyone asking, yes, I know).
Do I have a place to stay when I get there? No. Do I know what I am going to go see when I arrive? No. Do I know what to expect when I step outside the airport? No. Vikings? I hope so.
Sounds like fun.
So long as I am not trampled by a moose (I intend to hunt, murder, and eat moose) or stalked by any wolves (I prefer dances with wolves), I expect to enjoy my time Scandinavia (again, vikings).
My only confirmed plans: a flight from Oslo, Norway to Oakland, California three months from today.
Let the adventuring begin.
