Swedish Nerd Vs. The World

If you don't count the Vatican then Monaco is the world's smallest country and it's actually just a small part of the French riviera that has become its own country, so that the rich people can go somewhere to avoid taxes.  Me and my friend Andreas came by train from the shitty place Marseille in France, and we would only stay in Monaco for one night since it was so expensive to stay there. We even had to stay in an apartment hotel just outside the border of Monaco to be able to afford it, but it's not like you notice any borders anyway. Monaco is more of a city than a country and you can walk wherever you want to go, except to the Exotic Garden I guess. My first suggestion to Andreas was to go to the garden and we tried to find our way through the maze of all narrow streets and steep hills. We got lost and could see that we were a mountain down from the garden and we asked a rich guy walking by if he knew how to get up to it. He showed us the somewhat hidden ...

When I was a kid I had a classmate called Mario who came from Croatia and he spawned my interest for the country. We played football together and I loved the unique design of their national football team's shirts so I always cheered for them secondly to Sweden. Fast forward the time about 20 years from that and I found an extremely cheap flight ticket to the country that I had always been interested in visiting. I had been very close to my girlfriend Felicia before, and I usually have one best friend instead of many friends, but now we had broken up even if it seemed like we were going to find back to each other soon. So who would I go to Croatia with, because I couldn't let this opportunity slip away? I thought it would be nice to get to know my drinking buddy Andreas more, it would be fun to find out if we could have a good time without the alcohol too. And to my surprise he was up for it and to Croatia we went! Since the flight to Zadar on the coast of Croatia was so che...

Let’s make this into a Benjamin Button story and begin from the end. About 2-3 years ago me and my friend Andreas went to Marseilles mostly to get as close to Monaco as possible, but I will tell you about Monaco at another time. I had heard so many good things about the French Riviera and I thought Marseilles was a part of it, but I would quickly find out it wasn’t. We arrived late at night at the Saint Charles train station with the bus from the airport and on the way to the hotel we saw a worn-down city with dog shit everywhere and lots of homeless people and this wasn’t the view I had expected since I had image searched the Riviera. We went straight to bed in the hotel in separate rooms which looked more like prison cells and it always feels so weird to be in a new place without being able to get a feel of where you are before you go to bed. I couldn’t sleep that well and the next day we went straight to Monaco so I was still confused about Marseilles, but I knew one thing, I ...