Helsinki state of mind; behind the scenes
27 maj, 21:06 4 kommentarer
Or once upon a time in Finland. It was all remarkedly calm at Frihamnen on Friday afternoon; Jonas and Alice took the “just in time” concept literally when they screeched into the Boat terminal by the hair of their chinny, chin, chins. With only Jina, Josefin and, at the last minute a sick Vilma missing we managed surprisingly well to get everyone on-board. With a few obligatory Silja welcome photo’s (you know who you are) and the mantras “gangs of four”, “don’t go outside without an adult”, “don’t go wandering off with strangers who might kill you/steal you/or worse” we breathed a sigh of relief when we left Stockholm.
Dinner was surprisingly calm although it was a bit like “feeding time at the zoo”; it was an “eat as much as you like” fest and when I glanced around at the plates on the table I was just happy there was food on the plates. Don’t ask about what was on those plates; the combinations were interesting but what goes on tour stays on tour. There was a brief moment when I thought one of the girls had filled up her glass with the “on tap” white wine. The karaoke bar and hot tub beckoned and before the night was out both had been thoroughly tested……. and suddenly it was bedtime.
When we arrived Team 2 were “voluntold” to take Team 1’s luggage to the hotel; they took it surprisingly well. Voluntelling worked well throughout the weekend. Team 2’s matches were much later in the day so we were able to play the “screaming supporter” role to perfection for Team 1’s match against SB Vantaa in “the bunker”.
On Sunday morning whilst the sun was shining briefly, Team 2 were outside warming up as usual when they suddenly dropped to the tarmac to do a perfect circle of perfect planks (hardcore) ; out of the corner of my eye I spotted a group of boys returning from their warm up heading our way. I suspect there was a connection.
- Luggage thieves(of the nicest kind) - almost
- Human Trafficking – could have been
- Train tickets; lost, found, lost, found, lost and found
- Forgotten phones/wallets
- Pyschopaths (yes) - Evelina had everyone in stitches (herself included) when she said she needed to see one to get over her fear of taking-off.
- Cancelled flight; thanks to Ola, Jonas, Sandra and Åsa for fixing and trixing for everyone.
- Ida and Elsa using the “just-in-time” method to board the plane
- Showering in the toilets at the hotel (after we had checked out); don’t ask.
- Endless counting; had we lost someone or not?
- Swedish Camaradrie; it kept popping up and at one of our last matches, we had a Djurgården boys team willing us along (by that time Åsa had pretty much lost her voice).
Just when I thought we had made it through without too many hassles, we walked into the hotel lobby and noticed some of our luggage was packed onto a hotel trolley sitting in the lobby. Kalle and I took a closer look and there was quite a bit of our luggage (it pays to travel with brightly coloured bags). Whaaat! The hotel concierge said “we were told to take everything on the “right-hand” side of the conference room and put it in a taxi to the harbour”. It turns out that instructions from a Vendelsö team got (very) lost in translation. Ola, with Isabelle, Ebba and Evelina in tow, raced out to the taxi and managed to steal back their bags. Meanwhile Kalle and I unpacked the hotel trolley hoping that we had all the right bags. If we'd arrived 10 minutes later we'd have had another level of fun to contend with.
The fun didn't end for Isabelle and I. At the airport we both got stopped; Isa for a physical check and me for a full check of my electronic stuff. Isa had someone barking at her in fast Finnish, she stood stock-still wondering what the hell was going on and me, I was silently thanking the paperwork gods that I had all the right paperwork with me that showed I did actually know Isabelle otherwise we’d have been in hot water (Isabelle had a “I don’t know who she is” look on her face). It didn’t end there though, as when we landed back in Sweden my bag had/had another security check (helpfully marked with a big fat purple sticker). I didn’t realise it then but for some reason, they decided to open my bag and found my brand new Powerbank and confiscated it as a banned item…..…
The really good news? The girls all survived in one piece although they have their fair share of bruises so all's well that ends well.
Thanks again for another round of great memories; Jenny, Sandra, Jim, Åsa, Dennis (don't mention the burgers), Lena, Jonas, Fredrik, Ola, Kalle and Gabbe