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video | 2 weeks in north america

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När jag samlade ihop foton for det här inlägget så fick jag en sån krampaktig längtan tillbaka till våra två veckor i New York förra sommaren. Så jag klippte ihop en 4min lång film fylld med tropisk värme, dansande i taxibilar och neonfärgade barnätter. Hoppas du gillar det!

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When piling together this post I got such an aching longing for our two weeks in New York last summer that I decided to cut together a few video clips I have from there. A 4min film filled with sweltering bar nights, dancing in taxis and brunches. Hope you like it!

If you want to read more about our mischief in North America:

NEW YORK
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos

Day 2  A Sunday in New York City
Day 3 – Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner
Day 4 – Brooklyn Parks & Harlem Bars
Day 5 – The New Whitney Museum, Lower East Side & Forgtmenot
Day 6 – MoMA & Welcome To the Johnson’s

Day 7 – Grand Central Station & Bar Hopping on Lower East Side
Day 8 – A Burning Hot Brooklyn
Day 9 – 4th of July

TORONTO
Canada Day
The Communist Daughter, Bar Raval & Ted’s Collision
Sam James Coffee Bar
A Night at the Best Restaurant in Toronto

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kenya | a kikuyu baptism

Igår körde vi några timmar från Nairobi för att komma till staden Nakuru. Vi var nämligen bjudna på dopet av Ella, dotter till våra kära vänner Tobias och Liz. Dom bor nu i Göteborg men återvände nu till Liz’s hemstad för att fira. Och när det kommer till Kenyaner och fest så finns det ingeting som heter minimalism.

Du kan se massa klipp från dagen på min snapchat linn.wiberg

Yesterday we drove a few hours outside Nairobi to the town of Nakuru. The occasion being the baptism of Ella, daughter of our dear friends Tobias and Liz. They now live in Gothenburg but returned to Liz’s hometown Nakuru for the celebration. And when it comes to Kenyans and celebrations, there is nothing minimalistic about it.

You can see lots of clips from the day on my snapchat linn.wiberg

Nakuru-Kenya

Det här var välkomstkomitten (plus på riktigt 100 till) för Ella som fick träffa sina släktingar för första gången. Alltså, mormorns reaktion var så mycket kärlek.

This was the welcome committee (and literally +100 more) for baby Ella who was visiting Kenya and her relatives there for the first time!

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Efter två timmar förseningar, vilket är standard i detta land, satt vi ned i kyrkbänkarna. Kören sjöng gospelsånger om gud, kenya och också en om mzungus dvs vita personer, medan prästerna predikade på kiswahili blandat med engelska.

After the ceremony being two hours delayed, which is standard in this country, we sat down in the church. The choir sang gospel songs about god, kenya and also one about mzungus (white people) and the priests preached in kiswahili mixed with english.

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Ella’s mormor i traditionella Kikuyu-dräkt.

Ella’s grandma in a traditional Kikuyu outfit.

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Och den bedårande baby Ella som var rätt nöjd skulle jag säga. Likaså mamma Liz.

Baby Ella was pretty pleased I’d say. And so was mama Liz.

Nakuru

Efter den två timmar långa cermonin i kyrkan körde vi alla +100 över till Liz mammas hus för att fira mer och äta middag. Det hela var makalöst!

After the two hour long ceremony all of us drove back to Liz’s mum’s house to celebrate more and have a large dinner. The whole thing was absolutely breathtaking. 

Baby-Ella,-Kikuyu-Baptism

Eftersom att de är från Kikuyu-stammen firade de enligt deras traditioner. 15 av Liz’s mamma, kusiner, mostrar etc klädde sig i stammens mönster och framförde Kikuyu-psalmer för att välkomna Ella till världen. Men inte psalmer som vi är vana, utan alla högljudda, klappande, dansanta och visslandes medan Ella vaggandes skickades i luften mellan alla kvinnor närvarande. Därefter sjöng de lika mycket för Liz för att tacka henne för alla smärta hon genomgått för att ha fött sin dotter. Min mamma grät floder för att allt var så vackert. Varje mamma förtjänar en så glädjefull fest för att ha genomlidit det vidriga men mirakulösa.

Åh, Kenya, jag älskar dig.

Since they are from the Kikuyu tribe and celebrated accordingly. 15 of Liz’s mum, cousins and aunties etc dressed in the traditional attire and performed Kikuyu hymns to welcome Ella into their tribe. All sang loudly, clapping, dancing and whistleing whilst Ella was passed on to all ladies present. Then they celebrated Liz for going through the pain of giving birth to her baby girl. My mum cried because it was so beautiful. Every mother deserves a joyful feast for going through something so horrific and godly.

Oh, Kenya, I dearly adore you.

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Linn

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New York | Grand Central Station & Bar Hopping On Lower East Side

It was finally Friday, the day of the week filled with most anticipation, and on top of this we are still in New York.Daniel-at-Grand-Central-StationAfter having djed hiphop in bed for a good few hours we got dressed and then I convinced Daniel to go all touristy with me. Well, he didn’t really need a lot of convincing, he never does because he’s always up for doing things. So we got on the train and went up to Grand Central Station.Daniel-at-Grand-Central-Station,-NYCIt was grand and pretty, but he was prettier. Linn-visiting-Grand-Central-StationI was sweaty and curious.Linn-at-Grand-Central-StationAnd very flirty towards my babe of a boyfriend of course. Well it was pretty but I mean seeing a train station doesn’t keep you busy all day so we moved on pretty quickly. The-Guggenheim-Muesum-new-YorkTo the Guggenheim Museum by Central Park.Guggenheim-Museum-ArchitectureBut just to see the impressive building because we couldn’t stomach taking another step into any more museums. Instead we went to stroll around the park past drug dealers and posh people walking their dogs. Hopefully we won’t end up like neither of them.Daniel-and-Frida-on-Lower-East-SideAround four we were done with our little date and met up with our favourite people Nicolas and Frida at Lower East Side.Processed with VSCOcam with a6 presetAfter having hit up a few bars two more friends joined and Nicolas brought us to his favourite date spot; Sel Rrose.Processed with VSCOcam with a6 presetBecause I had been nagging everybody for this – god’s gift to man (along with the Internet, skinny dipping and snogs) OYSTERSSS.Oysters-at-Sal-RroseNobody else was a fan but I was somewhat close to euphoric. Unfortunately my bankcard only allowed me to have five, but still! Sel-RroseThe others ordered beers and burgers and we chatted about authors and the New Yorkers told us their weirdest stories about the living situation here. Sel-Rrose-Oyster-RestaurantBye bye Sel Rrose, I will make sure to return because you’ve become my favourite spot so far. Frida-Regeheim-Lower-East-SideCan we please have bare legs and t-shirt nights for the rest of eternity?A-night-in-new-York-City Nicolas brought our tipsy little group to the most hidden bar I’ve ever been to. Outside a closed art gallery a man stands smoking. It turns out that he’s a bouncer. Nicolas tells him that we want to go have a drink at the bar but the bouncer responds coldly with asking the name of it. I looked as uncool as a scared a tween trying to buy cigarettes but Nicolas told him the name of the bar and after some silence we were let in.

The big bouncer walked us through the tiny gallery, opened a freaking part of the wall and let us enter this fancy cocktail bar, as dark as a chimney and seductively cosy. I was impressed and felt like an undercover agent. Not bad New York, I knew you had it in you. Cheeky-Sandwiches-Manhattan-New-YorkAfter expensive drinks and boys laughing very loud and my starting tripping on my consonants we left the bar, swaying and giggling. It felt appropriate to soak up some of that liquor so we dropped by Cheeky Sandwiches, the best sandwich spot in New York. Nicolas-at-Cheeky-Sandwiches*Eying that piece of meat.* 169-Snack-Bar-ManhattanBack on track we walked over to the utterly odd 169 Bar which is decorated like a beach bar that swallowed a ton of christmas lights, serves oysters until closing and plays soul funk? All to the smell of the most buttery popcorn. It was great. We had a popcorn fight, told secrets and who knows what. <3 <3 <3New-York-FridaA few hours in we were starved for some hiphop and called for some ubers to come pick us up. I sent embarrassing snaps to all you guys of us singing along to Rae Sremmurd in the taxi towards some bar in Brooklyn called Beverly’s. There we danced and I bought drinks for a girl I didn’t know and Frida got groped by a woman adoring her ass.

I did a lot of embarrassing things which I won’t tell you guys because some things have to be censored here. We laughed at me the day after though and I can definitely promise this was the worst worst hangover of this trip, and oh so worth it!

 

The rest of our days in New York:

Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2  A Sunday in New York City
Day 3 – Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner
Day 4 – Brooklyn Parks & Harlem Bars
Day 5 – The New Whitney Museum, Lower East Side & Forgtmenot
Day 6 – MoMA & Welcome To the Johnson’s

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New York | Brooklyn Parks & Harlem Bars

We tried to sleep in the morning after my dehydration in New York City, the big boiling freaking apple. Daniel had set the alarm for every other hour to wake up and check that I was alive. *CUTE I KNOW* Opening my eyes I felt I was experiencing the worst hangover in a very long time. Ugh. But there I was, young and almost well, covered in wet towels and perspiration. That youthful glow didn’t look as glamorous as I would’ve wished though.Daniel-in-WilliamsburgWhen the temperature in the flat reached 36 degrees we figured it’d be more damaging to stay inside than going out. So weak but alive we took the train to Williamsburg to meet up with Frida in the park. Frida-Regeheim-in-WilliamsburgWe bought ice cream on the way and then sat in the grass. She told us about her stay here for the past three months. That lucky bastard had landed the internship of her dreams plus a boyfriend basically two min after landing in her favourite city. No wonder she was bummed over now having to leave because she happened to be born on the wrong geographical location. Guacamole-in-New-YorkWhen the humidity was absolutely unbearable we walked up to the disgustingly gentrified Bedford Ave (no offence), which felt like something from Brits Abroad. Although, we managed to find a sweet little spot that served the best guacamole so far on this trip.Blogpost-A-day-in-Harlem-and-BrooklynIt looked like a little tropical bar and the heat made it feel like we were in Costa Rica and not New York City. Just really really wished that I had very wealthy friends with a pool/private beach somewhere.Blohpodt-Frida-Regeheim-in-Brooklyn Blogpost-BrooklynAt five it was time to travel up to Harlem where we were meeting a friend of Daniel’s. I’d never been before, and didn’t know what to expect considering it has a rough reputation. But then again I’m also always suspicious to those reps considering the people mostly spreading them are the ones who’ve never been let alone lived there. Like all the people warning me about Hackney, where I’ve lived for the past four years.Hamburgers-in-HarlemJosef brought us around all kinds of bars and with five losers all working in tech/advertising we talked about start ups and pale ales. I’m sure we fit right into the gentrification model. It was great though and Harlem had lots to offer. Not sure I’d want to live there, but then again this trip didn’t really make me want to live in NYC at all. I’m too weak hearted and sick to be able to afford it, but being there on holiday is golden.

At midnight we took the subway all the way back to Bushwick. Pretty impressive that I managed to achieve anything like this considering I’m such a fragile little bird.

 

Here are the previous days of our North American trip:
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2  A Sunday in New York City
Day 3 – Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner

 

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New York | Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner

We’ve come to the day where at the end I lay dehydrated in the bathroom not knowing who I am with Daniel having wrapped me in wet towels after I cried that I was dying. But I thought we should see what it looked like up until then. Plus that I have a little surprise for you at the bottom of this post!Spicy-Village,-China-Town-New-YorkMondays might be one of my favourite days when I’m travelling. The city is busy and all so quiet at the same time with all inhabitants being awake but trapped at work. New York is somewhat busier I guess, but otherwise much the same.

My skin is sweaty from sleeping in this heat and I can feel it pearling up on my back. The room smells of used duvets and still air even though the window has been wide open all night. The only thing that travels through it is the smell of latin american spices from the neighbour’s kitchen. Daniel is still sleeping, head pressed deep into the pillow. I blow on his eyelids and they flicker and his blue eyes peak through. It surprises me that he never seem to be annoyed with him waking him up.Williamsburg-Bridge,-New-York-BrooklynThe flat is empty and we shower and don’t want to get dressed because of the heat. We eventually do though and catch the subway (not the tube, believe me, I’ve been corrected) down to Lower East Side. The streets seem friendlier now that they are less busy. Just a few stray part timers strolling the streets, iced coffees in hands.

This is the first time in months we’ve been able to spend time just us two. It’s weird being thrown in and out of a relationship like we have living apart this year. It makes me stand offish for a little while once we’re back together. But not now. It might be the wilderness of New York swallowing us or that I know that at least this time we’ll be together for two months. We sit leaned against a coffee shop window and talk about things we don’t bring up over skype. Like Justin Bieber, how I pretend I’m not stressed about my internship just because I know you’re even more stressed about work, which of the dogs that walk past is the cutest and whether or not we should paint your ladder black or not.Pink-Williamsburg-BridgeWhen we’re starving we walk over to the chinese restaurant Spicy Village, an awful looking gem of a restaurant in the outskirts of China Town. It’s funny because they are playing the Justin Bieber track we just mentioned earlier. The one you posted on my facebook wall a few weeks back and it makes you smile between dumplings.

The whole day continues down these lines. We walk everywhere. Over the pink Williamsburg Bridge where we stop to chill whilst others are obviously out jogging, exercising, and then through several vintage stores in Williamsburg. Mostly alone and always sweating.Champs-Vegan-Diner,-BushwickNicolas finishes late and when he enters the flat we return straight out in the heat. The sun is setting and everywhere people sit on their front steps speaking spanish. He brings us to a vegan diner called Champs where we have a slightly awkward dinner with a few people. I start feeling delirious and act as if drunk due to lack of hydration. I don’t remember the rest of it, just the panic of fainting and not knowing where we were. But you know how that ended by now…

And here is some clips from the day because during this trip I’ve actually filmed some! : ))) Let me know what you think.

Here are the previous days of our North American trip:
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2- A Sunday in New York City

 

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