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TOML - Morning Goteborg.

Its 5am here in Goteborg. But I am awaken by my growling stomach and the noisy sea gulls. My stomach is still in the SG time zone lah. It is lunch time for my stomach now. And the sea gulls must be the Swedish equivalent of noisy mynahs in Singapore.

A quick look of the morning street from the lil' rooftop window before I continue to account the transit day tour at Amsterdam. It is a darn heavy window. Kept it open using a bottle. Hah.


On the left you can see the old German church. Gonna visit it later of the day.


And on the right you can see the stadium with the red words "SCANDIA" on top. Hmm... can't quite see it in the picture.


The cool morning air is really refreshing. No pollution. No "funny chocolate smell" like you-know-where. And not that many people too! There is plenty of room in the trams, buses, streets for everyone. I am beginning to enjoy the slower pace of life here (perhaps that is because I am on holiday, no need to work!). Air-condition is just a matter of opening the windows. You can really enjoy lazing at home cuz it is not humid and room is really cool. Had a short walk around the neighbourhood last evening before dinner. Tho' the shops closed at 7pm, it was nice walking down the cobble pedestrian walkway in the slight drizzle. Envy me right? Wish you were here with me? ;-p

Btw, if you are wondering what is TOML, it is not an acronym for some new university entry exam like GMAT or TOEFL. It means "Trip-Of-My-Life"!

Comments

Anonymous said…
what chocolate smell? -marycherry
egeus said…
Those who graduated from NTU will understand what I meant.. =p
Anonymous said…
i would love to go to amsterdam one day. have fun there egg!

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