It was saturday and there would be a sort of Viking party organized at a beautiful hidden open field called Bureplatsen on the north mountain here in Sundsvall.. I decided to go there with some friends. It was more about viking inspired games than alcohol and the music was good and not too loud so it was my kind of party. The first game, log throwing didn't go very well for me as the log slipped and almost went backwards instead but the second went pretty fine. It was wife-carrying, without the relationship or gender part. You carry another person around a course as fast as you can. In real competitions - Yes, they actually exist! - there is a long and tough track with water and other obstacles. We just had a short lap of about fifty meters on the field but it was fun anyway. I did quite fine and got a shared third place despite carrying an 80 kilo heavy german gentleman instead of a wife. I'm definately more happy with that than the log throwing.
The funny thing wasn't really seeing your own score however, it was seeing people fail. Running fast on a square shaped track calls for cutting the 90 degree turns well. That is something that requires good technique normally, but when you are carrying another person the difficulty is on an entirely different level. Many teams lacked the leg strength to make such a sharp turn and lost balance and ended up in a laughing heap on the ground. As I say that it's fun when they fall I should add that such failures resulted in laughs from both the participants and the spectators and that noone got injured.
After the games and a bit of socialising and getting to know new friends it was time to head home for a while. The party would resume in the evening at Kårhuset, my universitys student club. That party was more of a disco and indoors thankfully. The weather had been great and warm during the day according to most people, only some south-european international students disagreed but I think they compared it to their countries and then Sweden wont ever be warm. In the evening and night things changed, for some reason it got colder than usual instead. I didn't know why but I knew that I wouldn't enjoy the 3 km walk home.
To delay the inevitable walk back to Nacksta I headed for Max, a hamburger restaurant first with two people I met at kårhuset. Half way there we found a guy willing to give us a lift to Nacksta, where my two newfound friends lived as well. We joined our driver and took a detour to the Max drive through. We made our orders and two of us started eating while our driver headed for Nacksta. I had eaten two out of the three small burgers that I bought when we arrived at my place to drop me of as the first one.
I grabbed my Max bag with the hamburger and headed home to finish it inside and then get ready to go to bed. When I opened the bag in my room I saw that my hamburger had somehow turned into two cheeseburgers and a pack of french fries. First I was surprised, then I started thinking that there might be a guy entering his apartment about now who was hungry but had saved his meal until he got home. I also suspected that said person would open his bag and find out that he only had one hamburger instead of the meal that I happened to have in my room. So that's my terrible theft, stealing his food!
In my defense: I did swish him the cost of the meal minus one hamburger when I had finished eating his meal. But I still think this is the worst theft I have done in a long while. Perhaps since fifth grade ten years ago when I and my classmates realised that the chewing gum machine outside the supermarket accepted chocolate coins as well as real ones, a fact that we used a lot to our advantage.