Dr. Snus on the Streets of Gothenburg

I know last time I promised I’d tell you about the interesting people that Chad and I got to speak with. Too lazy today. Instead, I’m going to take you to the part of my story after all the Swedish Match festivities had ended.

Mostly, Chad and I walked around and looked at snus. We didn’t buy too much, but when we did, it was the contraband shit you can’t get in the U.S. without a hassle. At some point, I had a bag full of this snus and I really felt like I was cheating on Swedish Match. In fact, if one of them had run into me on streets of Gothenburg and they asked what I had in the bag, I would have rather copped to pornography and heroin.

Anyway, non-Swedish Match snus is pretty hard to find with any regularity. But since this was our big chance to try it, we searched. Pretty much every shopkeeper in Gothenburg got a visit from us. We eventually pieced together a decent selection of snus that’s unavailable here. I haven’t tried any of it yet.

I eventually will give it a try as it’s my journalistic responsibility to try it for you. Maybe after I go through these two tins of Roda I opened up today. The first because I was out anything worthwhile that was open and the second because I couldn’t find the first one since I put it somewhere stupid and couldn’t find it within 30 seconds so I ran to my stockpile of it.

Other than snus searching, we didn’t do all that much. Central Gothenburg is a clusterfuck on a nice Saturday afternoon. It really seemed that everyone in the city was walking around in and around the central mall. Instead, we went to a museum and saw, among other crap, a Rembrandt and some panty paintings.

You know what a Rembrandt looks like, so here’s the panty pic courtesy of Chad:

Chad and I also took a boat tour of the canals. The tour guide went back and forth from Swedish to English and she kept using a word that sounded like “toilet” in Swedish but never said the word “toilet” in English.

At one point — it’ s worth pointing out that they didn’t tell us this before hand — we had to practically lie on the ground to avoid be decapitated by a bridge. Here’s that moment:

There was a monster truck show in town, and a Sex and the City II release party. We didn’t go to either. Oddly, someone got shot dead at the Sex and the City party. However, the monster truck show went off without a hitch…

We saw one of the trucks in the mall.

I think that’s Raphael.