June 09

The scary thing about what I am going to tell you is not that the train company (SJ) just left us, 30 travellers on our way to Stockholm, in Västerås instead of Stockholm. No no no, it’s worse. It’s neither the fact that they (SJ) told us that there would be a bus waiting for us, which would transport us to Uppsala, but there wasn’t. Of course it was awkward to stand in Västerås, which is quite far from Uppsala, and not knowing how to get away from there. And of course it’s super scary when you start thinking about the fact that Västerås sounds very much like Westros (Game of Thrones) and you start thinking about the young evil king and the nasty incestuous siblings. It gives you the chill. But still, that’s not the worst. 

But let me give you a short summary of what happened before Westeros. This is what happened. I was on the train from Göteborg bound for Stockholm. Time for arrival was 18.50 and then I would make a transfer to a train to Uppsala at 19.11. But the train from Stockholm was delayed due to a broken electric wire south of Stockholm. Therefor the train took a detour to get into Stockholm from the west side instead of the south. The train was standing still for a long time in Vingåker, then Katrineholm.  We passed Flen and after that the speaker told us people, who hade planned to transfer to Uppsala in Stockholm, to get off the train in Västerås and catch a bus to Uppsala. They promised the bus would wait for us. But it didn’t. Hence, 30 people without any guide or anything was standing in Västerås at 20.45.

Back to the scariness. The scariest thing was, while we switched a couple of busses while we passed many little villages in the middle of Sweden, the number of people in our group decreased. From the beginning we were like 30 people, but after Enköping we were around 15. I know I saw maybe 10 people who didn’t seem to know each other, but obviously had left the train with the rest of us, outside the first bus when we left Westeros. (No dwarf or evil child king hovering around them though which is a relive.) When we arrived to Enköping many of us left the bus – but not everybody. Some were still on the bus when it drove away. The rest of us, continued with the bus.

It’s 22.20 o’clock and we are still not in Uppsala and I wonder about those people whom disappeared. Where are they now? Why didn’t they continue with the rest of us? And what’s going to happen to them – and us? Will I ever reach Uppsala or will this bus end up in… Winterfell?

To be continued…