Lulea

Now comes the time to explain why I've chosen such a title. My trip-mate, had the only one dream to realise in Sweden. And no, nothing with these sexy blondes. He made clear statement - unless we eat steaks from reindeer meat, we wouldn't leave Sweden. No deers in Uppsala, neither free-running in Stockholm, we could just try to attack the North Pole Circle. The Night train with company of Hungarians brought us to the most northern town of Sweden - Lulea.
The appetite was even bigger, because Lulea was the first place, where I was willing to go for ERASMUS. God bless the day when I got to know about the EGEC. Lulea doesn't exist in the end of summer indeed. Even the inhabitants hide in their nests and don't go out before 12. To be honest we had big hopes related to this place. But none of them turned to reality. Neither boat cruise among the islands, nor hunting on mooses and reindeers can be classified as accomplished. But at least, thanks to really kind, friendly and very helpful people we found the way to Gammelstad, an old village which stands for one of few Swedish World Heritage UNESCO monuments.

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