We all went out to the lake on Valentine's night to build a campfire. After finally finding a campsite with enough wood, we got the fire going and did our best to make s'mores. I say did our best because I'm pretty sure Sweden doesn't believe in graham crackers...or normal sized marshmallows. At any rate, we found some digestive cookies that were fairly close to graham crackers and we searched for the thinnest chocolate bar we could find (most of them are pretty massive). At first, it didn't look like Sweden had marshmallows either but Lyndsey and Hannah were able to find them in the other grocery store. They turned out to be pretty good so we can't complain. At one point, Trevor managed to fall into the fire and lose his glove at the same time. We're pretty sure it didn't go into the fire with him, but it was nowhere on the ground either.
We did some more Swedish dancing, this time learning Shadish...crazy swedes and their dances.
On Saturday, Hannah, Lauren, Hugh, Brittney, and I hiked 14km or about 8.5 miles down to Holmsund which is where the Ume River empties out into the Baltic Sea. The hike there was interesting considering no one really knew where we were going except that we needed to go in a general South, Southeasterly direction. We made it, eventually, but not without going down random roads seemingly in the middle of no where, wading through snow while going over clear cut forests, and following railroad tracks only because we knew they'd get us to the town. Good thing we were planning on taking the bus back. Regardless, it was a good hike and I got to walk on the Baltic Sea. We also came across a pizza place with decently good pizza, so again, nothing to complain about.
We went out to a corridor party near my building that night. It was a big place with a lot of people but Hugh, Hannah, and I bailed after about an hour, instead opting to go watch movies until 3am.
Sunday night was quite good, as well as being Hugh's last night in Sweden. We made a simple dinner beforehand and then headed out to Sarah and Ryan's place for a murder mystery. The setting was Casablanca in the late 1930s and a famous mime artist had been murdered. I played the role of Kirk Ramson, a hopeless American romantic nursing a bottle of whiskey, but also the head of a significant black market. Other characters included a Gestapo agent, the deputy mayor of Casablanca and his French wife, their daughter, a French poet/communist, a Scottish journalist, and a man secretly pretending to be a woman. There were 11 of us, everyone dressed up as their character (thanks to a local thrift store), doing their best at speaking in French, Scottish, Russian, and German accents. It really was a good time (check out the pictures in 'Sverige' to see the costumes).
Hugh then spent the night on my couch (which I hear is quite comfortable if there are any takers). We spent the night comparing the size of our campuses and cities on Google as well as comment on how much of a douche Hugh was for leaving so soon. At the very least most of us will see him next year when he does his frozen north tour (we are all going to hold you to that Hugh). The impressive thing was that just about everyone managed to drag themselves out of bed at 8 this morning to come to my place and see him out the door. Good luck back in Australia Hugh, we'll be sure to remind you weekly of all the fun you're missing out on.
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