Göteborg yearnings
There is something almost ludicrous about starting a travel review before having travelled, yet in the spirit of a vaguely gripping narrative arc, it feels worth setting the scene... It was the point in the semester where days begins to merge together, each drowning in a sort of mediocrity punctuated only by the occasional birthday party or sports society event. Essays creep ever closer, never suddenly but with just enough of a vague hint of menace, prowling your calendar in the knowledge that they could disrupt next year's plans in the faraway land Vic and Bob once titled 'abroad'. In this incredibly tepid scene comes a most delightfully vivid of eavesdrops. By which, a flatmate's friend was politely conversing with those of us with nowhere better to be on a Sunday night than in the kitchen on our phones. The newsflash was immediately eye-brow raising, heart fluttering, screen locking for it offered a respite, an escape from the blandness of library and lectures. Fligh...