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The end of sorrow

How much a job can drag you down

I was told it was a good job, I was told it was the greatest job. I felt it was the best job, I loved that job.

Then something happened, I got my first pay, and it was far too thin. I started listening to the words I heard every morning from the leaders. Well, I was a leader myself, but those above me, those that had been there longer than me. Everything they said was a sales pitch. They kept on selling the job, "it's such a good job!" And everytime someone left the company they were "let go" no matter what the person him/her -self said.

At first I loved the opportunity to just talk to people for a living, I loved the road trip I went on to Bendigo, and I loved the money I "made" there. Yeah, it turned out my expected $1300 was really $320. After all the cancellations and people unable to get a hold of, I ended up with about a third of the expected money. People don't appreciate something they get for free. I mean, look at me, I'm Swedish and could have a university degree for free, but I don't want it. I don't want to waste my time in a classroom when I can be out here doing what I do best, travel, live, experience.

They had me wait for 2 weeks after earning my leadership before they finally promoted me. Those 2 weeks were the beginning of the end. I told my boss at least 3 times that I wanted to quit cus the job sucked and didn't pay off, I was talked into staying because "once you push through the dip of the rollercoaster you'll be making so much money" and I bought that. So I stayed, and pained.

I was starting to feel like shit, because I couldn't do a job that was "really easy". I couldn't give away free shit? What the hell? But I started to realize that people don't want free shit, I bet we would've had a better success rate if it cost $200. At least we'd have fewer cancellations. In a country where education costs money, people get suspicious over anything that is "free".

Then last friday happened, I came in to work, not caring about it anymore. I was seeing through their way of selling the job, and I was just done with it. I'd had it. I spent the day goofing around with my friend and former collegue Josh who had a rough morning after someone turned around and threatened to punch him. If it would've happened to me I might have bit his nose off, I was already angry and stressed about the allegedly "super job that pays lots and lots of money" and my potential inability to pay rent, the fact that I had no social life what so ever and my deteriorating relationship with my boss who never gave me the same information that other people got.

I signed up 2 people, making a total of $40 that day, wasting my time. I met 4 Swedish girls while working, the last one accompanied me and Josh to a bar at QV for a couple of after work drinks before we had a big work party to go to. The bartender at that bar turned out to be Swedish as well, making for a total of 5 Swedes in one day. Counting nationalities is a fun sport I used to entertain myself with at the job.

Josh left a little earlier than me to go to the party, while I, sick of the job as I was, hung out with my new Swedish friend Micaela and some random Aussie guys. Then my phone rang, it was Jessica - my boss. I answered and could hear straight away by the tone of her voice that she was not happy. She asked me to go somewhere more quiet, why I wasn't at the party and finally told me "We're giving you one last chance... err.. an opportunity to show you wanna stay with the company." Nice way of wording ultimatum, don't try and sell me that word. I am not the person that does ultimatums.

As I was drunk I did the sensible thing and said that I didn't want to talk about it right then as I wasn't sober. I got extremely angry, like I always do when I get an ultimatum, and stormed off to the party. I was preparing myself to quit while walking there. I was preparing...

Then I stepped in through the door and saw a friend, this really funny guy from New Zeeland, Mikey, and decided to wait until tomorrow at least. So I had a double shot of whiskey instead, then another, and another. In my frustration I managed to spend almost half of my pathetic pay that I'd earned with 5 days of hard work in a small, quiet and dead town, paying for my own accommodation and transportation.

I got home, absolutely smashed, and passed out at around 2-3am.

The day after I woke up with the worst hangover I'd had in a long time, but it was more of a psychological hangover than anything else. I remembered saying some nasty things to some people the day before. I contacted a guy that offered me a job a couple of weeks back, it was still there if I wanted it. I told him I'd let him know.

Then I had a talk over the phone with my boss, a long talk, a talk which should have contained the words "Fuck you, I quit!" But unfortunately it didn't. Instead I committed to going in the following day (a fucking Sunday! I didn't come here to work on weekends!) and "show that I wanted to take the opportunity to stay and grow within the company." Such bullshit, it's called an ultimatum. Do or die, I do neither, I've always been one to take my own path in life.

I went in to work, goofed around with Mikey, I didn't feel like talking to anybody. I honestly spent most of the time with the finger on the trigger, the trigger in this case being my phone and a call to quit. I was already seeing myself at a different job, not wasting away all the time I had to hang out with friends. Then I decided, I ran out of credit while talking to Jessica before, so I sent her a text asking her to call me. So she did.

"Hi, how soon can you be here and save Mikey's day so work wasn't a complete waste of time for him? I quit!" I said.
"I was talking to Louis and the decision has been made to let you go. It was really nice working with you, and getting to know you." Said Jessica in a weird way to make her the one letting me go instead of the other way around.
"Yeah, I don't care, as much as I hate giving up I quit. So do I stay here until you get here or what's the deal?"
"No, you can just leave now and leave all paperwork and stuff you have with Mikey."

Done, deal, I'm out. The first thing I felt was rage, rage over the fact that they "decided to let me go" and stuck by saying it even though I already quit. I was angry about the fact that they told Mikey I was fired, making me realize the other people may not have been fired either. Such childish behaviour is just ridiculous. I was angry over the fact that I'd wasted so much time at this job, and the little return I'd had.

Soon though, as the anger subsided, I started feeling relief. I was finally out of that misery, the end of my sorrow, and I could now go back to focusing on what I actually came here to do: work in a camera store, to gain the knowledge I want about cameras.

Relief was replaced by exhilirating joy and I soon returned to my old self.

This is my first day of unemployment, I wonder what I will do with it...

Beppe Karlsson, Melbourne, VIC

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The land of opposite

Where right is wrong and left is right

As I stepped off the plane and put my feet on Australian ground for the second time in my life I felt exhilarated. It was different this time though as I landed all the way down in the bottom of the country. Melbourne, my new home, got off to a good start as my brother came to pick me up. We hadn't seen eachother in well over a year, and barely at all in the last three years, since I started travelling. That's one of the downsides to this lifestyle, you leave friends and family behind and sometimes you find yourself all alone in a strange country, with no one to talk to when times get rough.

I saw the van roll up and out comes a tall guy, wearing a hat and sunnies. Tattoos all over his uncovered arms. We met in the loving embrace of two brothers that haven't seen eachother for a very long time. Both of us overly excited to be reunited, filled with stories of our past year and some of seperation.

We went back to the place he was staying at the time and I crashed on the couch there for my first night in Australia, drunk and completely exhausted under the influence of jet lag.


The day after I went into the city to meet up with Kasia for her birthday dinner. We met back in Scandinavia last winter while she was studying in Copenhagen, and I moved into her and her boyfriend Dane's place for a couple of weeks. Earning the nickname Whiskeybaby Couchbum from my love for whiskey and my habit of sleeping on people's couches for the last month or so.

On my fourth day in Melbourne I went for a walk to Chapel street to set up a bank account. As soon as that was done I ran into two guys on the street that offered me to go in for an interview. I must've nailed it, because within a week of me first setting foot in Australia I worked my first day. The perfect job for a traveller, a very social job for a very social and outgoing guy.

On my third week at the job I went on a road trip to Bendigo, we stayed the whole week and completely smashed the sales, absolutely making bank. The place itself is a fairly quiet town with about 90 000 inhabitants, most of which were very friendly and interesting. I must admit however that I missed Melbourne and was really glad to be back in the city once the week was over.


That week earned me my promotion into a leadership role, that is where I am at the moment. Working the ups and downs, going on the rollercoaster.

The job has been keeping me really busy, which is sort of annoying since I've been working too much to be able to find time to write. Things will be changing in the upcoming weeks though, I don't really know how yet, I just know they will. I will start posting at least one shorter entry every week, as well as doing something different every week.

On wednesday this week I was off from work, just walking around in the city taking pictures I went to the park infront of the state library and saw some pigeons flying around, I wanted to get a cool photo of a pigeon landing, so I picked one and followed it with my camera. As it went down for a landing I noticed something far more interesting. There was a girl with red hair, sitting on the ground, feeding the birds out of her hands. She was almost completely covered by birds, as they were feeding on the bread and flapping their wings, she was completely calm and just brushed the birds aside when they became annoying. So I took a few photos and had a chat with her, apparently she does this quite often. Don't ask me why, I'm not a big fan of pigeons myself, but I guess she likes 'the flying rats'.


Melbourne is a fun and relaxed city, the people are quite laid back and easy to get along with. The city is filled with art, sculptures and graffitti everywhere. My next photo assignment to myself is to take a few pictures of the art around the city, so stay tuned, this blog is again alive.

Beppe Karlsson, Melbourne, VIC

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The end of America

Westward bound on a mission

sunny 30 °C

When you're traveling without any plans written in stone, you have to be flexible and spontaneous. As I was running short on time I realized I had to skip out on hiking in the Rockies and set my focus on the Grand Canyon, a worthy goal. Spenser hooked me up with a friend of his in Denver, Cody, to stay with for a couple of nights. When I arrived Cody was at work but his roommate was at home and was expecting me, I knocked on the door and walked right in. It didn't take long for me and Benjamin to get along. Later that night I met the last resident of the house: Sid. They all took great care of me and I really enjoyed my time there, made some new friends and worked on the next part of my trip: how to get to LA.


I was starting to feel the stress, only a few days left to leave the country and only just past halfway. To be honest I didn't even really want to leave Lawrence, Kansas. I'd made a lot of new friends and that town is just crazy fun; cheap liqour, good parties, great people and my favorite drink: the horsefeather. I simply made too many awesome friends to name you all, but anyone living in Lawrence (or other visitors like me that I met there) can take this as an honorable mentioning.


But the life of a nomad is what it is and I can never settle down anywhere it seems. I had a bad feeling in my guts that I just couldn't shake though, I had a feeling something was going to mess with me on the next part of my trip, and I knew it had to do with money. I also knew I was going to miss out on the Grand Canyon. Well, eventually I decided on taking the Greyhound all the way from Denver to San Francisco, a 28 hour ride. As we were a couple of hours late at the final destination I actually ended up traveling for at least 30 hours. The first part of the ride was easy going though, the climb over the rockies, then down and into beautiful Utah. There is just something about any harsh landscape that appeals to me. However, once the sun set the fun stopped, and when I got back on the bus in Salt Lake City it was packed and I had to say good bye to the comfort of leg room and an empty seat next to me. After a minor fight with the rude lady infront of me I was finally able to go to sleep.

I woke up the following morning in Reno, switched buses again and started the final leg of the trip to San Francisco. I missed almost all of Eastern California as I fell asleep again. This bus was almost empty so I could once again enjoy an empty seat next to me.

I arrived in San Francisco in the afternoon and was picked up at the station by Emily who then took me around the city, showing me the sights. She was an awesome tour guide. It was the coldest I'd been on my whole trip in the US, and possibly the most overcast and foggy day as well. It still didn't discourage me from loving San Francisco more than New York.


When we went for a beer and a bite to eat I made a terrible discovery. The bad feeling I'd had about the next part of my trip had been right: My wallet was gone! Picked right out of my pocket. It contained my driving license (that I had just received in the mail the day before departure), my credit card, student ID and a couple of bucks. After about ten minutes of panicking about how I was going to get by in Australia, if I could even make it there now, I remembered how prepared I actually was: I had a second credit card, with my Norwegian bank, that contained the other half of my travel budget. I was able to relax and enjoy the rest of my stay in San Francisco. Me and Emily went for a few beers at a small bar somewhere in Oakland and I got to play a game that apparently is very Californian, Shuffle Board, and I turned out to be a natural. Or well, almost at least. I won my first game, but once I met the challenge of players that had played for about 20-30 years it became too much for me. I almost kept up with them, but not quite.

My playing did land me a couple of beers though and I enjoyed the game. In fact, if I ever open a bar I might tuck a Shuffle Board in the back somewhere.

The following morning Emily dropped me off at the Greyhound station again and I bought a ticket to LA. The ride took about 7 hours, and I slept for about half of the way.

Once I arrived in LA I realized I only had about 2 hours of sightseeing to do before I had to catch my plane to Australia. So I set out to walk downtown. What I had no clue about before starting that hike was that I'd walk through skid row with the largest concentration of homeless people in America. Apparently it isn't safe to walk there any time of the day, I made it but I can assure you, I really didn't feel safe. Especially not with my camera bag on one shoulder and my laptop bag on the other.

As the street was starting to clear up from people sitting, laying, sleeping, gambling, conversing or smoking weed I saw a police station with a big sign on it. The sign said: It is against the law to sit, lay or sleep on any of the public streets and walkways of Los Angeles. And yet I had just walked through a street completely occupied by people doing just that.

As I made it into downtown LA I started feeling a little safer, I also came across 3 or 4 movie shoots. It sure is a productive city.

I had a quick walk around, then a burger and came to the conclusion that people were right: San Francisco is way nicer than Los Angeles. I am glad I decided on going to San Francisco instead for my last night in the USA. With that thought on my mind I hopped in a cab and went straight to the airport. I'm not gonna say I never looked back, because I did, pretty much the whole time. And I still look back, there are many things I miss about the US, such as the prices, the constant stream of things to do and of course; the people.

There are a few Kansas people that I simply have to name after all they did for me. Travis, my best American friend, I hope you'll still have a couch for me three years from now when I return. Evan, I wish we could've hung out more, but I'm glad I got to see you one last time at least. Nick, thanks for taking me on the boat over the flooded farmlands. Tim, thanks for the pizza and the good times. Spenser and Pat, thanks for the road trip to Denver, I wish I could've gone with you guys on the hike. Brittany, I'm glad I got to meet you and I hope we get to go on more adventures. And of course the rest of the guys in the house: Alex, Trevor and Sam, thank you for all the good times and I will send you the full size photos of Rome and Pepper as soon as I have them all edited. I hope I didn't leave anyone out, and to all the other people I met: Thank you so much for everything. I hope I will see you again someday.



Now I find myself in Melbourne, Australia, I have made it more than halfway around the world but I have plenty of more time before I even start going home. Now begins phase 2 of this trip. Commence operation Viking Invasion.

Beppe Karlsson

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Travis Jackson told me Kansas horses have feathers...

Kentucky hospitality & Kansas barbecue

sunny 30 °C

I was just about ready to give up. I'd spent the whole day in the library, surfing on the internet for a place to stay and just cursing my own foolishness for going to meet up with someone without having any definite plans. Through couchsurfing I'd been able to find a place to stay on the following night, but this night, I was out on my luck it seemed.

Just when I was about to book a hotel room for the night, Inga sent me a link to a website where you can rent a room in someone's home. I was looking through the page for Louisville, Kentucky when I got a message on facebook. It was Carl, the guy I came to meet up with in Louisville. He hadn't gone online in a few days and didn't realize I was on my way (actually already there) so he sent me his phone number. I called him up and I was invited to stay at his place.


About half an hour later he picked me up in Louisville and we drove out to his parents, stopping for some beer and Kentucky Bourbon to bring to my hosts. I was fed a delicious dinner, drank beer and had an interesting conversation about life on a Kentucky farm. I was then shown to my room for the next two nights and offered a ride to Kansas City by Carl and his girlfriend Bente from Germany. They were going on a NW-loop road trip and offered to drop me off on the way.

The following days were spent on the farm, with a couple of errands in Louisville. Some golfing on Bob's home made golf course. I finished dead last, but my brutal defeat was compensated when I saw the first fireflies I've ever seen in my whole life.

We drove out to some bar for a few beers. On the road out there I saw another first, a possum. It looked so stupid and slow as it appeared in the headlights. The next thing I heard was a soft 'thump'. "That was the first possum I've seen in my entire life, and we just ran over it!"

I was blown away by the hospitality of the Rueff family, they left me wanting nothing. I am lucky to have met them and very grateful for all they did in aiding me on this trip.


Around lunch-time Friday the 5th of August we drove west, staying on the highways all the way from Louisville, over Saint Louis and on to Kansas City where I met up with Evan in Westport.


After the handover of my luggage and saying good bye to Carl and Bente me and Evan went to a bar for some drinks. There I witnessed the first dance-off I've ever seen. Five black guys and one tall, douchebag-looking white guy were all most likely fighting for the attention (and nightlong loving) from the few girls in the place. To me it all seemed so bizarre and goofy, I couldn't help but laugh.

The next day Evan took me downtown in Kansas City and we went to one of the best barbecue places in town. Now, barbecue in Kansas is already a treat, but you haven't had barbecue until you've been to Oklahoma Joe's.


Later that day Evan drove me out to Lawrence and handed me over to Travis. That is where I'm still hanging out, keeping busy for most of the day. This house seems to never be quiet, always people coming and going. Poker tournaments, quick games of Cheezle, barbecue cooking and the meeting place to round up a bunch of people to go do something. Whether it be going to the bar, play frisbee golf, going on a boat, playing pool-volleyball or gathering for the kickball game of the week, this is the place to go. There is always something going on and it's hard for the wicked people to find some rest in this town.

The Horsefeathers don't offer any help. I know, horses don't have feathers, but here in Kansas they do. Just grab a glass, fill it with ice, pour in some whiskey, mix it with ginger ale and add a couple of dashes of bitter and feel the refreshing breeze from the Horsefeather. I was introduced to this local drink by Travis, and I've been going on that diet ever since I got here.

For the next part of my trip Travis has set me up with a ride to Aspen, Colorado with Pat and Spenser on monday the 15th. I will then have the week to get to Los Angeles to catch my flight to Australia.

Stay tuned for some pictures of Rocky Mountains hiking.

Beppe Karlsson
Lawrence, KS

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Liberty City, Empire State

Trouble at the gates of freedom

sunny 30 °C

As I was brought in to another room for a second round of questioning I actually started to relax. I realized I'd been gathering all this tension in my body as I was answering Officer Selgado's questioning. Well, Rowan seemed a lot nicer and as you could tell in my previous entry he let me through without any hassle.

The problem was that Officer Selgado seemed hellbent on calling me out on coming to the United States for illegal work. Now, that might be the case for Mexicans that come to this country, but most Swedes wont bother with trying to get a very underpaid job without any health insurance. Especially not a Swede holding a work visa for Australia that actually pays reasonable salaries. Of course Selgado wouldn't believe that I held any such visa, especially not since he didn't seem to understand that it's all handled electronically now.

But honestly, enough of my complaints against this one agent of inconvenience. I was released through the gates and gave the evil eye to my tormentor before rounding the corner to pick up my checked luggage, just the one backpack.

Dressed for the much colder climate on Iceland (I was wearing jeans, a jacket and even a scarf) I started to sweat immediately and by the time I made it to Penn station to meet up with Kalle - my host and partner in crime for the New York part of my trip - I was soaked through in sweat as I felt the full force of the aftermath of the extreme heat-wave that had been pestering the north-eastern corner of this country. Apparently I was lucky not to have arrived a week earlier, I probably would've melted away.

After what seemed like an eternity because of various maintenance work on the subway, resulting in two changes and a ten minute walk to Kalle's house I finally made it to a place where I could dump my bags and have a much needed shower.

Then began the quest for food, both of us starving, we searched far and wide in the Astoria, Queens area for a diner or something that would be open late at night in the city that never sleeps. That was apparently a lot harder than I'd first expected. Delirious with fatigue and hunger I didn't realize it took us about one and a half hour to find a place to eat. But the wait was well worth it. Chicken wings made by, probably, the friendliest Turkish man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. He chatted with us about Sweden, Europe, Turkey and gave us tips on where to go in the city and beyond. Of course the fact that we got more food than we could handle was no mood kill either.

After that we made a stop at Kalle's favorite local bar, The Quays, where we got a couple of free beers from the bartender. After less than half an hour after our pompous entrance into this local waterhole the lights came on and we realized it was time to close. But it felt early, so we checked the time, 4am! What? We'd been looking for food a lot longer than we thought and didn't arrive at the bar until 3.30am! Well, I guess it's bed time.

The following day Kalle had to go to school so I went about exploring the city. Just as I was getting warmed up with my camera the rain started spitting down the sky. I had to stow the camera away and go about exploring without it. I still managed to get one photo I was satisfied with.


So my second day also resulted in me getting soaked in the Big Apple. Seemed like that's all you ever get from that city, a body soaked in either sweat or rain.

The following day, however, was a lot better. With Kalle in school I went about the business of exploring on my own again. I picked a part of the map that I thought looked interesting and went about exploring.


Of course the busy Times Square had to be captured on film (well, digital but still) before moving on. I got two pictures that pleased me as I was elbow-wrestling my way through the crowds.


After seeing the Planet Hollywood sign I decided I'd had enough of all the posters, billboards and huge TV-screens and went east towards the Chrysler Building and the UN headquarters.

I was greeted by an army of flags standing at full attention infront of the light blue UN banner, this was a quiet part of the city on the eastern shore of Manhattan. I overheard a Norwegian family looking for their flag as I was fruitlessly looking for my own, I actually didn't look that hard as it didn't seem to be in the picture I actually wanted to take, which was this one:


The tall UN building guarded by flags from all over the world. Well, the UN building is not at all that tall in comparison to the other sky-scrapers towering over all the millions of people on Manhattan, but it is one of the more famous.

Across the street from the UN I found a sign with particular interest to me as a Swede, I found the 'Raoul Wallenberg walk'. For those of you who don't know who this guy was I will give you the short version. He comes from a wealthy, influential Swedish family but decided that his life would be about saving Jews from the iron clad fist of the Nazis during World War II. He gave them Swedish passports so they could not be shipped off to the concentration camps, then proceeded to give them jobs, basically anything at the Swedish embassy in Germany. As thanks for his contribution to saving the Jews the Soviets took him prisoner when they invaded Berlin and Raoul Wallenberg was never heard from again. He is believed to have died in a Soviet work camp, possibly in Siberia.


The building in the background is the Chrysler Building.

After a couple of long days, walking around Manhattan exploring Lower Manhattan, Midtown and Central Park it was time for some entertainment. It was party time.

Me and Kalle made our way to the College bars of New York and soon made our presence known. The first night was kinda quiet, an ordinary Tuesday, so we settled for some karaoke and a few beers. But we went back to the same area on the Friday and the streets were filled with college students and other youngsters like ourselves. This time we brought along a friend of Kalle's from school, Daniella.

We played rock paper scissor over who was gonna get the next round. Kalle lost. As we continued to do this people started popping up wondering why we were playing rock paper scissor, they wanted to join in. I lost my title as champion to some American girl. We soon became famous at the bar as the Swedes, or Team Sweden. Eventually people would just come up to us and say "Hey, you are the Swedish guys!" and we would have no clue who they were. Soon we had our own group of perhaps ten people following us from bar to bar. One of them plays hockey in Sweden and had picked up a little Swedish on the way, some girls wanted to sing karaoke with us and yet other people just wanted to have a few beers with "the crazy Swedes".

We didn't manage to get home until 7am. Unfortunately the following day was pretty much wasted away in bed and we were still very tired and not excited as we went out to meet up with Daniella for dinner and Margaritas. The drinks in this country are strong, I really mean strong. You can clearly taste the alcohol through even the fruitiest drink.

After dinner we took the subway to go play mini-golf. I won, totally sweeping the floor with the opposition.

We celebrated my glorious victory by going to a place down by Pier 17, a nice outdoor bar right by the water with a fantastic view of the bridges connecting Manhattan with the rest of the city.

However the previous night had left it's mark on us and we were all tired so we made our way home even before 2am.

That night concluded my bigger adventures in Liberty City and I set about to figure out my next part of the trip.

I was invited to Louisville, Kentucky by a guy I made friends with on the plane over from Iceland. So I took the Greyhound for about 22 hours, stopping in Philadelphia, Pittsburg, Columbus and Cincinnati before finally arriving at my destination, only to find out I couldn't get a hold of Carl. So now I'm finding myself at the Public Library of Louisville, checking for a couch to surf in town and if not I'll have to wing it somehow. It's been over 24 hours since I had a good sleep, equally as long since I last had a shower and washed up so I really smell like the dirty traveller I am.

I have faith in my own ability to make the best out of any situation though, so I'm not really worried at all. In fact I kinda enjoy hanging out here in the nice air conditioned, quiet library among all the books and magazines. I actually might go look for some Bourbon distilleries as it is richly made around these parts.

Stop by again shortly to see how I did with finding accommodation in this town off the beaten track.

Beppe Karlsson

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