I returned to Uppsala after having been back home in Dalarna for a few weeks. Travelling by train in this country seems nowadays to imply a late arrival at your destination, but I was pleased that I was no more than seven minutes late when I got of the train. Soon this satisfaction dissipated as the minutes proved to be of greater importance than I had anticipated. In fact it dissipated in water in a weather that can be described as heavy showers mixed with very heavy showers.
The weather in Uppsala
As I progressively made my way back home from cover to cover despite having an umbrella I gave some thought to my resent travels. There might be some comments on my adventures posted here soon including suicide attempts in Visby, late night activities in Las Vegas, and sightseeing in New York.
It is not a real castle, it is not the Statue of Liberty, it is not the Eiffel tower, it can only be Las Vegas.
A visit to Houdini's tomb
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