Fruity Sweden

On Saturday I took a trip into the city to watch the Stockholm Pride Parade, Sweden's answer to the Gay and Lesbian Mardigra. It was so much fun! People lined the streets to watch Sweden's homosexual population strip off their clothes, whack on some body paint and dance around like nobody was watching. There were gay police officers, gay soccer players, gay businessmen, gay old ladies (like I mean at least 80!), gay parents, parents of gays, gay dominitrixes, transvestites, gays of Middle Eastern heritage, gays from Northern Sweden, gays dressed as Pippi Longstockings, gays dressed in not much at all... it was such a wonderful mix and it made for such wonderful entertainment. The whole city just seemed so colourful and full of life. It was awesome!

At night I went out with Sab's sister and brother and several of their mates to a couple of bars and clubs in the city and saw some more fruitiness. Not that everyone in Sweden is gay, but the music and they way they dress and dance could fool some quite easily. But fruitiness equals fun, and I had a top night dancing to disco music John Travolta style.

On the Sunday I met up with my Swedish mate Anders from Uppsala. The two of us went and grabbed a bite to eat before checking out Stockholm, which, despite living here for the past month, I have not seen a great deal of. We visited the National Museum, where artworks from the likes of Rembrandt, Renior and my favourite, Gaugin, are on display as are works from notable Swedish artists. Later we went to a cinema to see 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', which was funny, although I guess it'd be even funnier for those who have read the book. The creator definitely had a great imagination!