Hej-dor, Sweden

I headed back to Uppsala and went with Krister to see the opening of "Terminator Salvation;" it wasn’t that good, I mean, Christain Bail doesn’t even walk around with his shirt off, which is clearly the point of seeing the movie. Then, we met up with his friends and drank for a while before heading to a bar—I was having a good time, but was freezing, so finally called it a night. The next day was gross and rainy, again, so I went to the gym and that was about the extent of my productivity. My flight was at 9 pm on the 5th of June, so I spent the day packing up my things. I left at five and, half way to the strain station, I realized my camera was still in Krister’s apartment. I had already put my key in his mail box, so I had to go to his work and have someone get me his key, go back and find my camera, then drop off his key and jet to the station. I missed the train by a minute and the next wasn’t for a half-hour. However, my debit card randomly wasn’t working, so I had to go to the ATM; the machine in the station wasn’t working so I had to run back to the city center, take out money there, then rush back, making it with eight minutes to spare—this is all with my massive rucksack on my back and my small (yet painfully heavy) daypack on my front, as well as my purse filled with books on my shoulder, Kelly=sweaty mess. However, there were no problems at the airport and I still had plenty of time. Two hours until my final continent/country of this adventure, Kenya!