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first stockholm today
ate big in the morning and walked forever looking for headphone cables (since mine broke) but to no avail, so ive been without music for a few tens of hours now.
decided to walk as far as i could with vague intentions to see some galleries oblivious to the fact that galleries being closed on mondays wasn't confined to melbourne. while walking i met a scottish hippie couchsurfer named robert that an amalgamation of material objects would hate. he was nice, threw a ball of a massive cliff as i walked alongside the side of the water.

went to an island full of art unis and a moma, both were closed but these colourful former bouncy castle now stiffened dudes chilling out with massive continuous machines by niki desaint phalle and jean tinguely have been tiring for the last 50 or so years in the middle of the island.
yeah!

so i went and got a beer with this guy and sat in the park and talked to some hipsters, then went and got told by my dad that this blog is shit, its not a travel blog its a travel whinge, and gave it 3/10. i was pretty happy with that.

booked a ticket to spain (thursday) and looking forward to getting out.