Sunday, 13 April 2014

Rain in Akaroa (and a possum!)


Kinda like that, yeah. It's been raining horizontally of late. At least there were no floodings or jetskiing on the streets this time around. Went on a trip to Akaroa, with the intention of going on a boat trip and hopefully seeing dolphins. But the weather was too stormy for that, so we spent some hours investigating the area around the harbour on land instead. Learned that the British were as notorious as ever regarding the conquering of the place, raising their flag pretty much in the face of the French settlers and the Maori. More interestingly, I also learned that the whole Banks peninsula once was a volcanic island, which rose from the bottom of the sea some 12 million years ago. Rising land made it into the peninsula it is today, and the two harbours of Akaroa and Lyttleton are remnants of the volcano's two giant craters. A beautiful and interesting place, the Banks peninsula! Apparently it has a microclimate which is considerably warmer than its surroundings, so that olive trees and other mediterranean things can grow there. Although it was covered by woods when the first humans came there, it has since been mostly transformed into farmlands, and in typical New Zealand fashion sheep are grazing most of the hillsides.

Some trees were left though, so a walk among them was had. We saw fantails! And pukekos! And lots of terns by the shore. And during a walk in central Christchurch, a possum climbing a tree and then looking down at us with its large, round, black eyes. To think that such an adorable, fuzzy little creature can wreak so much havoc in the ecosystem. I heard that they stem from a population of just about a hundred, which were brought here from Australia for their fur, but when that proved unprofitable they were let loose. Now there's more than 30 million of them, and they've pretty much got a price on their heads what with all the damage they do to indigenous plant-life.

So yeah, an interesting and pleasant weekend overall, even though it didn't turn out exactly as expected. But then again, few things in life do. Now I have a wonderful thing called an Easter break for three weeks, and I'm heading off to Auckland and then Queenstown. Such a fantastic concept, why don't we have breaks in the middle of the semester in Sweden?

Enjoying the wind at Birdling beach. Notice the terns in the background.

Love and rain,
Winterdragon

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Mount John Observatory

I joined a couple of observers on their trip to Mount John Observatory for a few nights. What a place of science, beauty and adventure! Running around on a grassy mountain, swimming in a clear and cold Lake Tekapo, watching an absolutely gorgeous night sky. The southern sky really is more interesting than the northern one: the centre of the Milky Way, the Magellanic Clouds, new constellations and star-clusters for me to discover. I have a new favourite constellation now. Surrounded by wind-swept plains, snowy mountains in the distance. The silence, the clean air. There aren't words enough for the beauty of this place. It just feels like home. If I ever want to do this settling-down thing, New Zealand certainly seems like the place to be. Life is great.

Here, have some pictures. My cellphone camera isn't up for snuff when it comes to astrophotography, so you'll have to be content with daytime photos.




Love and observations,
Winterdragon

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Crazy birds

Early morning somewhere in the mountains of Arthur's pass. The greyish light of a world about to dawn outside the tent. I wake up to a piercing scream that makes the blood curdle in my veins. It sounds like the creature vildvittra from the Swedish movie Ronja Rövardotter. Nightmareish, bird-like creatures that hunt down humans and feed on their flesh. The screams continue, and before long several other voices come flying and join in on the screaming. Terror seizes me and I have time to think "Oh no, we're all gonna die!".

"Now the blood shall flow!"

Then I hear someone in the next tent say "It's all right, it's just keas! They're gigantic, highly intelligent parrots who kill sheep and eat their flesh." Oh all right, no worries then. ... wait, what? New Zealand and its crazy birds!

Kea in flight. (Image source: Wikimedia Commons)

Love and birds,
Winterdragon

Friday, 21 March 2014

How not to climb a mountain

Lessons learned today:
  • Me and busses still isn't a dependable combination. We ended up on the other side of the mountains we were intending to scale, far from any footpath.
  • Mountains are always steeper than they look.
  • Just because it looks like a path it doesn't necessarily lead anywhere.
  • There are wiser things you could do than straddling a thorn-bush while discovering that the foothold you thought was there turned out to be a hole.
  • It is amazing how much motivation to keep scrambling through far-too-pointy undergrowth and over intimidating boulders can stem just from the realisation that there is just no way I'm going down that same way again, ouch, yikes.
  • The mountains are full of sheep. Also bunnies.
  • Christchurch is really pretty from above.
  • Running around on mountains is ridiculously fun. I-could-do-this-everyday kind of fun.
  • Peanut butter could probably fuel me through anything.
  • Despite light-pollution from a rather large city the starry skies up there are breathtakingly splendid.
  • Things not going according to plan more often than not result in awesome adventures.
  • The "mountains" were in fact hills, but in the eyes of someone who grew up in flatland more than half a kilometre's height is a bloody mountain.

Suitably heroic pose after having scaled Mount Pleasant in Port Hills.

Oh, and as for lessons of a more theoretical nature, I also started studying glaciology today. It seems to be a cool (haha!) and insanely intriguing subject. One of those if-I-had-unlimited-amounts-of-time-and-money-I'd-learn-all-there-is-to-know-about-it kind of subjects. The kind of subject that makes me wish I'd gone for more than one major. But oh well, astronomy is pretty fucking awesome too.

Love and hills,
Winterdragon

Sunday, 16 March 2014

New Zealand adventures of the fantastic kind

Writer's block, eh? We meet again. Anyway, what I've been wanting but failing to write about for the past couple of weeks are adventures of a geekier kind. Y'know; fantasy, roleplaying, boardgaming, LARPing... that kind of stuff. The kind of stuff I live for.

This place isn't New Zealand so much as it is Middle Earth, you know. I am aware that general propaganda attempts to claim otherwise; that this is merely the place where the movies based on the stories of Tolkien were filmed. But I know better now. This is Middle Earth for real, I've seen it with my own eyes! Just take a look at this photographic evidence from Hobbiton (click on them for larger versions, and also a thousand thanks to the lovely Viv for the photos):

 



So yeah, it's real alright. Bag End, the party tree, Sam's house, the Green Dragon Inn (where they have the best ginger ale in the world, no kidding!). I was running and jumping around, investigating everything and soaking up the magical atmosphere, spontaneously doing cartwheels and squealing out of sheer delight. Just generally being the happiest elf in the world.

In the time I've been here so far I've managed to miss a gaming convention in Sweden, but I couldn't care less. I've been to one in New Zealand instead: Battlecry. There were both differences and similarities compared with the ones I've frequented in Sweden, but there was no mistaking that the general atmosphere of geekiness and friendliness was just the same. I felt right at home. It was all set in a big stadium filled with tables where people played miniature wargames, roleplaying games, boardgames, card games, and sold stuff. Everything in the same huge place. I'm not used to that, but it seemed to work out fine without the noise levels getting overwhelming. There were maybe a couple of hundred participants, and most of the activity seemed to take place during the day. People didn't sleep at the convention itself either, which I suppose would account for it being mostly a day-time thing. No LARPs this time around, but I did get the chance to roleplay something other than D&D (which by all means can be fun, but if I'm given the choice it's not really my preferred cup of tea). An adventure set in the world created by Peter Hamilton in his Void books, which made me even more keen to read those books. Also a Doctor Who adventure, which was epic and fun in much the same way as an actual episode. Lastly I also got to play the Firefly boardgame, which was so much fun I will very likely buy it at some point.

And the LARPing (which means Live-Action RolePlaying, hello non-geeky readers!). Judging by my (admittedly few) experiences so far there are some differences from the genreal LARPing culture in Sweden. So-called day games, lasting for only a few hours, seem to be common within campaigns (even if weekend-long games also happen). NPCs (Non-Player Characters) are also more common, played by crew who volunteer and get briefed concerning their role (and hitpoints) the same day. So crewing is what we did, and we got to borrow gear including weapons and makeup. Off-signs are used frequently, and "talking roleplay" means LARPing but without hitting each other with foam weapons. Also, New Zealand LARPers seem to have a considerably more relaxed attitude towards what constitutes a good enough costume, and there doesn't seem to be the same prestige involved when it comes to creating your own gear, compared with what I've experienced in the Swedish LARPing community in general. And the surroundings are stunning. Good gods, every single place I've visited in this country is positively magical, perfect for LARPing! Running around barefeet through gullies and along the waves on a sunlit shore, talking and hunting and screaming and fighting the players, and dying countless times by their hands. It burned my footsoles and left black sand in my hair for days. So totally worth it; I had ridiculous amounts of fun.


And there is a club at the university that does roleplaying and boardgaming, which means I can get my fix of geekiness on a weekly basis. Dreams keep coming true spontaneously. New Zealand and its lovely inhabitants continue to make me feel so at home that I want to stay here. Ahwell, settling down isn't something I'm even considering anytime soon, but I sure hope I get to see this place again after I leave.

Love and fantasy,
Winterdragon

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

More New Zealand yayness

I like dreaming. And I do it a lot. About realistic things, unrealistic things, and things that are completely bonkers. Going to New Zealand was one of my dreams for so very long, so realistic that it bordered on a plan. And now here I am. It seems to be a place where dreams come true. Adventures that seemed far out of reach are happening to me spontaneously. I let myself get dragged into things, and I love it.

My studies not least. That's nominally what I'm doing here, after all: being an exchange student for half a year. I'm taking a course on galaxies and the formation of them. It has actually been my main research interest for the past few years, still I haven't actually taken a course on the topic until now. So while many of the concepts are already familiar to me it is nice to finally get to learn it all properly, and I also pick up quite a few new things. I'm also doing a research project on colliding galaxy pairs, which is greatly interesting. All in all I find it so intriguing that I'm now fairly convinced that galaxies in general is indeed a research area which is interesting enough for me to continue working in. If you feel thrills of curiosity throughout your whole body while reading a paper or looking at a couple of fuzzy blobs on a picture that must be a sign that you're doing the right thing with your life, right? Or possibly just a sign of budding insanity. I don't really care as long as it makes me happy!

The third course I'm taking is on Antarctica. This continent of eternal winter which I have also been dreaming of for so long. I am positively mesmerised: at every lecture I am almost dazed with fascination, and the lecturer already knows me as the somewhat over-enthusiastic student in the front row who asks ridiculously many questions. I really can't help it though. I get to learn GEOLOGY! Tectonic plates, continents, volcanoes, rocks, fossils, glaciers, the changing appearance of the Earth. “Geology is just physics slowed with trees on top” some genius said (Terry Pratchett, if my memory doesn't fail me), and yes, my background knowledge of physics does make it easier for me to ask intelligent questions. But to an astronomer the geological timescales are actually fairly short. Processes taking millions of years are considered to be fast when studying stars, so while most of my classmates marvel at the slowness of continental drift I can't help thinking things like “wow, Gondwana only started breaking apart 180 million years ago, that's practically yesterday!”. Astronomy does weird things to your brain when it comes to perspective.

And all the stories it creates in my head. It certainly triggers my imagination to think about what this now-frozen continent was like in warmer times with strange species of dinosaur roaming it, rivers flowing across the landscape and now-extinct trees growing all over. Oh how I'd love to go there. Some day… In the meantime I'm enjoying the hell out of this land. As of right now the rain is pouring down in a horizontal fashion, and has been doing so for the whole day, so it feels exceedingly much like Skåne. What did not feel like Skåne was going mountain-hiking to the peak of Mount Peel the other day and actually finding a bit of snow at the top (though it's still summer here)! That reminded me more of the Swedish alps, and the surrounding forests gave me flashbacks to the wonderful northern parts of La Palma. Both of them places I love to bits, so along with its touch of endemicness it made me fall even deeper in love with New Zealand. 

Let's just face it, I'm never gonna shut up about how much I love this place. I quite like Christchurch as a city also. It is still a bit crumbled in places due to the earthquake three years back, but all in all the city seems to be alive and well. To my great delight there are lots of gardens and trees, and the city is more spread out horizontally than piled high vertically. Maybe a bit too much traffic for me to feel relaxed and safe while walking around, though, but I suppose I am rather spoiled in that area. But there is a river, and if you follow it for five hours or so it leads you to the sea! The pacific ocean. It was wild, and cold, and wavy. Not very pacific at all, but I love it anyway, despite the fear and respect I felt by just jumping into its waves very close to the shore.

So yeah, studying and exploring, that's pretty much what I'm up to right now. I'm greatly excited to get to see more of the island I'm living on, and to learn more on islands in general: both galactic and continental ones. And I've done a whole bunch of nerdy stuff that has made me ridiculously happy as well, but that is the subject for another time. See ya later, as they say around here.

Love and excitement,
Winterdragon

Sunday, 23 February 2014

New Zealand

Long time no see, huh. This writer's block is a funny thing. The longer I put it off, the more I get to write about, and the more difficult and for some reason embarrassing it gets to actually do it. It's not like I couldn't have taken the time to write, because I have evidently been doing things that are less important to me. Like sleeping, or eating, or staring at the wall. And I've been living this whole time too, this past month, having a splendidly great time. There are a thousand and three wonderful things I could write about, so much that I don't know where to start. Oh what the hell. I'll just pretend that I don't really have to tell you anything (which is in fact, you know, true), and just write whatever comes to mind now. Yeah, that'll do. If you wanted structure and orderliness and interestingly layouted blog posts instead of these haphazard streams of consciousness you could just follow the blog of a proper writer instead. ANYway here we go.

I'm in New Zealand. On the other side of the world, from the perspective of my usual geographic location. It's every bit as amazing and interesting as I had imagined, and yes, I do feel a bit upside-down. At least when looking at the sky. This is the Southern Hemisphere, gods damnit, and although I was well aware of what that meant the sky is supposed to look like I still find it utterly alien. And so very, very beautiful. For the first time in forever I feel more lost than at home when looking at the stars, only knowing a handful of the new constellations, and the few familiar ones are upside down. I am confused to the point of dazed-ness, and it is such a lovely feeling. It triggers my curiosity and imagination, and I get to learn to find my way across the sky all over again. Wow. I can only imagine my confusion and wonder if I should ever find myself under a strange sky in another planetary system.

The sun and the moon rise and set in mystical places, and the cars do not drive on the right side of the road. The trees are strange, and so are the birds, most of them being endemic. I've hardly learned a handful of their names, but they're all very interesting and pretty. Same goes for the locals, or 'kiwis', as they call themselves. If I'm allowed to generalise wildly I'd say they're a laid-back and friendly bunch. Based on the limited sample of people I've met they are apparently also LARPers, roleplayers, boardgamers or general geeks the whole lot of them. Not that I'm complaining, those are my very favourite kinds of people. I feel at home here, and I think I've even made some friendships. Not only the one-way 'oh wow you're so tall and old I want to hug you and climb you and sit in your shade' tree kinda friendship, or the 'oh wow you're so powerful and cool and huge I want to jump in your waves and swim in you please don't drown me' ocean kinda friendship, or the 'oh wow you made part of this land can I run up your sides and admire your history and connections to the core of the earth please don't destroy my town' volcano kinda friendship. But also actual reciprocal, human friendship.

I don't think I will like it, I already know that I love it here. I miss a few people (and a certain cat) back in Sweden, but other than that I could pretty much stay here, that's how much in love I am with the place. I suppose curiosity would drag me away sooner or later, but there seems to be an abundance of beautiful places to discover in this country. As it is, deadlines and expiring visas and whatnot will bring me back north in five months, so it's not an issue in any case. I think that's all I have to say regarding New Zealand at present. I'd make a lousy travel-guide writer, wouldn't I? It's too personal, what I write. But that's the way I am, I just can't keep myself from taking everything personally. Am I absurdly self-centred or just hopelessly bad at filtering feelings from sensory impressions? I don't know.

Fear not. I'll be back, probably more shortly this time. With words. About things. Possibly university, or LARPing, or Hobbiton, or other adventures or explorations. No promises, though, or I might get stuck again. Friends and family overseas: I'm alive and well, be content with that for the moment.

Love and awesomeness overload,
Winterdragon

Monday, 27 January 2014

My adventures in Kuala Lumpur

On my way to New Zealand I spent a week in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Staying with a friend to the family at their fantastic residence and getting treated like a total princess, I had a great time despite various physical distresses.

Located at two degrees north of the equator, Kuala Lumpur is a hot place even now in the slightly cooler wet season. Apparently there was a cold record the other night, at 22 degrees celsius (17 outside of town, gasp!). And I just left a freezing Sweden, so in my world this is complete and utter madness. But despite fever, a cold and some probably-dryness-induced nausea I survived the place, and also managed to investigate a bit and have fun.

I went to the national museum and learned that Malaysia as a country declared independence in the 1950's. From the 1500's and up until then the place had been a colony under Portugal, Holland and Britain, in that order. And since long before that the place has played an important role in trading for both Africa, Europe and Asia, not least the town of Melaka. Now the three main ethnic groups in the country consist of the aboriginal Malay, Chinese, and Indians. The biggest religion is since several hundred years back islam, but hinduism and buddhism are also represented. The Malaysian language (of which I haven't learned more than a couple of words, probably soon to be forgotten) is its own, but there appears to be no problem getting around on English, at least in Kuala Lumpur. I also went to the Islamic arts museum, which was a beautiful and at times jaw-dropping experience. I am a big fan of calligraphy, and since islamic art tends to be non-figurative there have been produced positively stunning examples of it throughout history, so I had a great time looking at those illuminated old books.

I went to a butterfly park, where a myriad of little pretty flying creatures with wings were fluttering around. They were charming to look at, and one of them landed on my head! *squee* They appeared to be well cared for, but not the poor turtles in their tiny aquariums (what are even turtles doing in a butterfly park, anyway?). I heard that awareness of facts such as that animals have feelings is slowly on the rise in Malaysia, though. I certainly hope so, but as of now things look rather bleak.

I spent quite some time swimming, resting, eating interesting fruits and just watching the scenery while trying to recover from my body's various malfunctions. A splendid view indeed, Kuala Lumpur, both by day and night. It's a rather green city between the interestingly-shaped houses and skyscrapers, which makes it surprisingly quiet for such a big place (population barely 2 million people). Through the light-pollution and general mist I also managed to see a few stars, and even though I know what the sky is supposed to look like at the equator it still felt rather surreal to see Orion lying flat on its side and the moon rising straight up in the shape of a happy smile.

My favourite thing was to visit a tropical rainforest just outside town for a few hours' hike. Hearing the screeching, chirping and never-ceasing sounds of birds, insects and gods know what other animals while sensing the smells of trees and flowers and watching and feeling my way across paths and over stones and by tiny waterfalls, I enjoyed myself immensely. The durian had a particularly strong, almost pungent, smell, so there was no doubt about whether such a tree was nearby. I got to climb up and walk across some hanging bridges which were suspended between the trunks of some particularly tall trees. There one could look down on the canopy, and also see the city of Kuala Lumpur off in the distance (though it was mostly obscured by the mist that enveloped it the entire week I was there). I loved every second of it, taking in the beauty of the forest around and below me. And I didn't feel the slightest tinge of vertigo! How did that happen, I wonder? I used to be terrified of heights. I suppose I got cured of it to a large extent on La Palma. Oh, La Palma. The rainforest made me think of the beautiful forests on the north side of the island, which were a bit quieter, less hot and humid, and less... well, tropical, but otherwise quite similar. Here are some pictures from the rainforest. Taken by me with my humble cellphone camera, so please excuse the (lack of) quality. Click on them to enlarge if you wish.




All in all I had a fun and interesting time in Malaysia. I could for sure fancy going back there sometime to investigate the land more thoroughly! But now it's time to head on towards New Zealand, the land of my dreams since such a long time. More adventures await! Oh, I'm such a lucky bastard.

Love and hot forests,
Winterdragon

Friday, 24 January 2014

Kärlek, frihet och ärlighet: jag och förhållanden

Kärlek alltså. Komplicerade saker. Fast måste det verkligen vara så? Jag vill tro att det finns en väldigt enkel approach, som fungerar och som skapar mer lycka än ångest i det stora hela. Jag inte bara vill tro det, jag tänker tro det, och leva som om jag vore helt och fullständigt övertygad om saken. Naivt? Ja säkert, som tusan. Men jag låter gärna naiviteten vara en drivande kraft i mitt liv, långt hellre än passiviteten. Visst är det bra att vara skeptisk, och mitt favoritsätt att vara det på är att vara kreativt naiv tills det skiter sig. En slags empirisk approach till livet.

Vad är jag ute efter då, när det kommer till kärlek? Det har tagit mig en stund att söka mig fram till svaret på den frågan, men jag tror mig äntligen ha hittat det. Det jag vill ha, som jag skattar över i princip allt annat, är frihet. Inte vilken frihet som helst, utan känslomässig frihet. Frihet att älska vem som helst, och frihet att uttrycka min kärlek och mina känslor utan att bli ifrågasatt. Frihet att ändra mig, frihet att säga förlåt och bli förlåten om jag sårar någon, frihet att lära mig av mina misstag utan att ta tillbaka någonting som är oåterkalleligt. Frihet att strunta i att tänka särskilt mycket på framtiden, och frihet att ta alla konsekvenser för mitt handlande. Frihet att inte låta svartsjuka diktera hur jag skall leva mitt liv.

För visst är det så att svartsjuka finns, även i polyamorösa sammanhang. Men istället för att förneka och försöka förbjuda bort den så föredrar jag att erkänna den, ifrågasätta den, och ta upp den för diskussion. För att sedan så långt som det är möjligt bryta ner den eller arbeta sig runt den. Det går att göra, och är alltid värdare ett försök än att kapitulera. Svartsjuka är inte romantiskt och inte ett tecken på äkta kärlek, utan bara en destruktiv känsla.

Jag kräver inte mycket i mina relationer. Fullständig frihet och ärlighet, det är det enda jag vill ha. Nog för att kravlöshet också kan vara ett krav, men det är det enda kravet jag personligen tycker är rimligt. Jag vill inte ägas av någon, och jag vill heller inte äga någon annan. Jag kan ge en jävla massa kärlek ändå, utan att lova bort hela mig. Dessutom vill jag inte lova någonting jag inte vet att jag kan och vill hålla, så jag lovar mycket sällan saker. Jag vill leva utan krav, både när det kommer till att ge och ta. I stället för outtalade förväntningar vill jag ha uttalade friheter. Och när det kommer till ärlighet så är det inte någon satans "don't-ask-don't-tell-policy" jag vill åt, utan aktiv ärlighet. Brutal ärlighet, allra helst. Inte nödvändigtvis otrevlig sådan, men frekventa medvetna försök till kommunikation.

Gör vad du vill med vem du vill, så länge du är ärlig och kan prata om det. Det är den enda regeln jag vill följa, och den enda jag vill be någon annan följa. Friheten är enkel och straightforward. Det är just ärligheten som är den aktiva biten, som utöver rent fysisk romantik är vad som skiljer ett romantiskt förhållande från ett vänskapsförhållande i min värld. Klart jag uppskattar ärlighet, gärna aktiv sådan, i alla lägen, men just en uttalad önskan om den är något jag kräver i alla mina kärleksförhållanden. Därför att jag tycker att den behövs, att kärleken förtjänar det, och att det gör förhållanden så fruktansvärt mycket mer intressanta.

Det är inte alltid enkelt, och det är långtifrån självklart, det här med frihet och ärlighet. Men jag vill att det skall vara det, det är därför jag aktivt trycker så hårt på det. Men det skall alltid vara ett frivilligt beslut, hur en vill leva. Så fastän jag finner tanken på att vilja begränsa någon en älskar genom att stänga in denne i regler i en monogam relation absurd betyder inte det att jag tänker försöka hindra andra från att leva sina liv enligt vilka galenskaper de än är övertygade om är bra för dem. Kanske är de det, vad vet jag? Vi funkar ju ändå på olika sätt som människor, och dessutom föredrar jag att folk som inte har med saken att göra inte lägger sig i mitt sätt att leva. Respekt, liksom. Men jag tänker inte längre dra mig för att upplysa om att det finns alternativ till de traditionella mönster som relationer slentrianmässigt har en tendens att glida in i. Medvetenhet, det vill jag uppnå.

Jag vill också poängtera att det inte är såhär alla polyamorösa väljer att leva. Det finns väldigt många sätt att göra det på, och det behöver inte ens se likadant ut i alla ens förhållanden. Själv tycker jag att det allra finaste som går att ge någon en älskar är frihet. Frihet och ärlighet. Det är så jag fungerar, så jag väljer att leva, och det fungerar fantastiskt jäkla bra för mig för stunden. Kanske faller det inom ramarna för någon form av relationsanarki, men det är en definitionsfråga som mår bäst av att diskuteras över en kopp te. För all del, jag gillar att diskutera. Så fråga på om något är oklart, eller hacka sönder min moral i småbitar! Stolthet är inte riktigt min grej, och mina åsikter är böjbara.


Vem vill ha stolthet, när man kan få den man vill ha?
Vad skall jag med värdighet, när jag kan ha det bra?
Integritet, vad har den nånsin gjort för mig?
Och tryggheten byter jag med glädje ut mot dig.

Kärlek och frihet,
Winterdragon

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

From Yggdrasil to Kuala Lumpur

LARP survived and greatly enjoyed. For a weekend I once again became wizard Vidar Hjelm at Yggdrasil, the nordic school for magic. So much fun was had, and I didn't feel the slightest hint of panic, for once. Clearly I have leveled up my social skills, woo!

And now I'm in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. An interesting place. A hot, humid, interesting place. I'm halfway to the other side of the Earth, and I'm enjoying it so very much. Slightly bludgeoned down by a typical post-stress-release cold, but meh, I'll survive.

Can't really think of anything more interesting to say, will be back when brain is not so much out of commission due to fever.

Love and adventures,
Winterdragon