Gothenburg (Göteborg/GBG) quickly became a place I could comfortably call home. A city not as beautiful on first impressions as its big sister Stockholm, but stay a month and the charm of the city will entrance you – the trams rattling down the centre of the road, the canal winding thru the city, the friendly caring people and the absolute ease of access to the Swedish fairy tale forest.
GBG is a big city (by Nordic standards) with a small town feeling. Marketing themselves as an events city, there is always something to do, be it the International Film Festival, Way Out West 3 day Festival, live bands from around the world pass through all year round, street festivals, underground nightlife, marathons, and failing that, there are endless forests to hike in and rocks to climb.
A former industrial city, there are big plans to redevelop the water front and redefine the cities image – which is great, but lets hope the uniqueness and charm of the city is not lost as it grows.
Based in the fancy-pants neighborhood of Hovås, the forest was literally outside my bedroom window which competed in many hours of staring contests as I gazed outside, and even more hours in my company whenever the weather was satisfactory – by Swedish standards. A 5 minute walk into the forest following deer paths up a hill and the forest opened up exposing a view of the entire southern archipelago with glimpses of the iconic cranes in the city.
The only downside was the hour long journey into the city via bus – i.e reading time.
As my sisters brother @_monkeyonmyback_ so poetically described Gothenburg:
I will miss the good times rock climbing indoors and out, picking berries in the forest, swimming to my island, stalking deer while hiking in the forest, fika, the food, the people, the laughs, the cries, the drinks, the drunks, the style, the language, the random acts of kindness. Göteborg you have been great, come visit me sometime.
Until next time, goodbye Gothenburg.