Strange Shores #1

11 Jan

If you would have asked me 15 years ago what I would be doing as I stumbled towards my late 30s, I would probably have answered, with cringing naivety: “saving the world”.

If that failed, perchance a writer of some renown. Or some kind of respected scientist pointing expensive lasers at things and wearing tweed. Maybe a farmer growing organic crops in Kerry.

Or – if I really let my imagination wander – nestled snugly between the breasts of Hope Sandoval. What I would not have answered, not in my wildest dreams, was “living in Sweden”.


Because what did I know about Sweden? Zilch. Zero. Nada. When I first saw the country I was mildly surprised that they had building, running water and policemen. I cheered when I discovered that they had Guinness. And I cried bitterly when I could not find, no matter how hard I tried, a single bloody potato waffle.

I didn’t really plan to stay but, for a dense knot of reasons, I did. And now, 12 years later, I can no longer deny what I am: an expatriate.

Nowadays when I go back to visit Ireland, I am convinced that I am going home. And then, after a week of traffic fumes, bad cooking, ugly houses, enormous shapeless arses and chilling rain, all I can think about is going back “home” to Stockholm.

And this, my friends, is the curse of the expat: to have a foot in several cultures but not be totally at home in any of them.

Still, thanks to my green blood I get away with a lot in my adopted country. I can pretend to not understand the queuing; I am always consulted when bars have to be chosen; and the Swedish girls do love a nice Irishman.

waffles2But the potato waffles, people – how my soul simply cries out for the potato waffles!

Anyway, without further ado (well OK, well just a little ado) here we go with the first edition of the Strange Shores blog carnival.

We want to give you the sights, the sounds – and the smells – of what it is like to live in a place that feels like home but will always be just a little confusing and surreal.

The curtain, please.


My comrade-in-blog LadyFi has been in Sweden for about as long as I have. And here she gives on a good introduction to the hows and whys of becoming an expat in the last place on Earth.


Rottin’ in Denmark, a temporary citizen of the second best Scandinavian country, has spotted some outdoor baby parking, a grand old Danish tradition. And a decidedly odd one.


Charlotte is an ex-South African currently living in Germany. Over at Charlotte’s Web she has some useful pointers if you ever happen to be invited to a party in Germany. And, let’s face it, who doesn’t want to be invited to a party in Germany?


Louise, a former Londoner currently with a splendid view over Carmen Superiore, tells us about learning to drive in Italy


Expat 21’s blog is a gold mine of fascinating articles, and one of the more exotic expats on offer today, an American woman living in the Middle East. She gives us a very thoughtful and interesting article about alcohol consumption in Muslim countries.


American in Norway has probably been in Norway too long. And then she goes and makes some new years resolutions and proceeds to break them immediately


Tim at Tim’s Times is another Irishman in Sweden. Tim is also a sailor. Here are his comments on the strange and rather illogical alcohol monopoly in Sweden.

Po, aka the South African Sea Monkey, finds the cold snap in her adopted country a bit tough to handle. And I’ll throw in this one too because it was fun.


Jaywalker from Belgian Waffle is full of useful information about a country that few of us have seen, and that many of us even doubt the existence of. To get us quickly up to speed, she has prepared a nice Belgium Primer, using some toys. And, as a bonus, we can learn about the Belgian Christmas and all of its disturbing traditions.


My fellow exile Lingon is fuming quietly over at Screaming In Sweden. And in her article she discusses a topic close to my heart: my liver. No, wait, actually she discusses how it is to work in an office with Swedes and how they spend most of their time trying to not have any conflicts and how much they love going to meetings in order to plan how best to eat cake. It’s funny because it’s true.


Rottin’ in Denmark comes back with another one, this time about the fun-loving, beer-making, pastry-eating Danes and their outrageously racist party costumes.


Planet Nomad takes us through the trials and tribulations associated with buying schoolbooks in Morocco. Plus a good eating-out tip – the fabulous restaurant B.O.


Another temporary Swede, Mark Base, talks about ferries, toilets, playing music and drinking beer. And how can that be bad?


PiNG in Denmark, another of my swelling list of Scandinavian expats, tells us all about the time a strapping young Dane man came over to see to her chimney.


Now I hate to blow my own trumpet (mostly due to not being able to bend over far enough) but I have quite a lot to say on the subject of my current country of residence. About the insects that might kill you, for example. Or about Swedish temporal cycles. And possibly my favourite, how Swedes are obsessed by the best-before dates on their food and drinks. And if you like those, there’s 353 other ones to enjoy too, but don’t eat them all at once.


And that appear to be that. Apologies to all of you expats that didn’t make it into this edition, but I was short of time, and long of options. But there will be future opportunities! So keep your eyes on:

And mail me at strangeShores(at)gmail(dot)com should you wish to host a future edition. Go on, you know you want to. And I know that you know that you want to. Right?

/ paddy


Posted by on January 11, 2009 in Ireland, Obscura, Sweden


26 responses to “Strange Shores #1

  1. ladyfi

    January 11, 2009 at 6:12 pm

    I think you did a great job at blowing your own trumpet – and ours too! Keep those links rolling in folks – because next time it’s MY turn to host the carnival with the most!

  2. Po

    January 11, 2009 at 8:11 pm

    hey what a cool idea! thanks for the links. Being an ex(cow)pat is confusing but it does lead to some interesting situations.

  3. American in Norway

    January 11, 2009 at 8:14 pm

    Wow…I made it on your list…very cool… I am going to go ahead & link up to y’all! Looking forward to getting to “know” you! Cheers! Tressa

  4. Patti

    January 11, 2009 at 9:11 pm

    Oooo, I feel so special!

  5. Felicia Gilljam

    January 11, 2009 at 11:05 pm

    Lovely! Makes me wish I was a cool expat and not a boring regular person.

    By the way: Tag!

  6. paddyK

    January 12, 2009 at 12:22 am

    LadyFi:Did I not mention that you would be hosting ALL of them from now on..?

    Po: Welcome to the pleasuredome.

    American in Norway: Spread the word!

    Patti: You ARE special, honey.

    Felicia: A tag! OK, I’ll get on it shortly.

  7. Kata

    January 12, 2009 at 2:09 am

    Insects that might kill you in Sweden? as an ex-pat living down under (and related to ladyfi, btw) I would certainly find that an enormously humorous subject!! I think Australia has some of the world’s most venomous creatures, insects and otherwise. But Sweden?……..I am prepared to be amazingly surprised!!

  8. Lady Fi

    January 12, 2009 at 12:30 pm

    In your dreams, Paddy darling! In your dreams… well, OK, maybe for large amounts of money and chocolate…

  9. Louise

    January 12, 2009 at 6:28 pm

    Paddy and LadyFi, It feels great to be chosen to be part of this – thank-you (and to everybody who read the post, which was lots and lots of people)!

  10. bevchen

    January 12, 2009 at 8:53 pm

    I know how you feel about the potato waffles – can’t get them in Germany either. I did find McCain Southern Fries though so all is not lost just yet ;-)

  11. paddyK

    January 13, 2009 at 10:07 am

    Kata: Yes, we have a fatal flea over here.

    Louise: Good! See you next edition!

    bevchen: Maybe I’ll just have to make my own.

  12. Diane Mandy

    January 13, 2009 at 6:02 pm

    Here by way of Charlotte. What a clever writer you are! I look forward to reading more.

  13. paddyK

    January 14, 2009 at 1:24 am

    Diane: Thanks, and keep reading. Bring your friends!

  14. annaama

    January 14, 2009 at 6:04 pm

    “Home” is a strange thing when you start to move around. My daughter was going back “home” to Kerry after two weeks Christmas holiday in Stockholm. She´s considering to move from Dingle to Tralee; “it´s a good place, in the middle of everything!” But, says I, it depends on where you want to go. “No no, actually not, it is very central.” I couldn´t dream of that even a couple of years ago, neither did she.

  15. paddyK

    January 14, 2009 at 11:51 pm

    annaama: Welcome back! Yes, home is very fluid. We are all homeless, in our souls. Isn’t that a 70s rock ballad..?

  16. carina

    January 16, 2009 at 10:59 am

    Great blog! exept the whole part that I understood to be a placement of Norway as buttom of the best scandinavian country. I can totally relate to what you are saying about a foot in each culture. After living in Norway, USA, Spain and Nicaragua – I am there with feet and hands!

  17. oldschoolfunker

    January 16, 2009 at 3:35 pm

    irishman in berlin here, i miss the potato waffles too, but at least i have a freezer full of potato bread since the last time i was home! excellent blog :)

  18. paddyK

    January 16, 2009 at 5:09 pm

    carina: Thanks! Join in next time!

    oldschoolfunker: Glad you like it. We do our best.

  19. Martin R

    January 18, 2009 at 10:17 pm

    “… what I would be doing … perchance a writer of some renown. Or some kind of respected scientist pointing expensive lasers at things and wearing tweed. Maybe a farmer growing organic crops in Kerry.”

    So you’re currently not doing a writer, a scientist nor a farmer? I happen to know whom you are doing, and you should count yourself lucky. (-;

  20. Braja

    January 19, 2009 at 8:13 am

    Cool. i’ll blow my trumpet here in future :)

  21. paddyK

    January 19, 2009 at 9:47 am

    Martin: One day you shall post a comment here and NOT make a lewd remark. But we don’t count on it.

    Braja: All brass instruments are welcome.

  22. expat21

    January 23, 2009 at 11:31 pm

    Thanks for linking to my blog. I’m so glad to have found your interesting blog! What you said in this article about Sweden and Ireland expresses perfectly what a lot of expats (including myself) seem to feel.

    Expat 21, an American in the Middle East

  23. paddyK

    January 23, 2009 at 11:54 pm

    expat21: You’re welcome! Feel free to send a link to LadyFi for the second edition, to be published on Sunday.

  24. Brinda Lewinski

    June 15, 2011 at 5:52 pm

    Nice blog! Is your theme custom made or did you download it from somewhere? A theme like yours with a few simple tweeks would really make my blog jump out. Please let me know where you got your design. Many thanks


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