I was sitting in my brother's living room, in his third floor apartment, when suddenly a guy rappels down and plonks himself down on the balcony rail. No kidding. Rappelled down like he was spelunking (one of the best words ever, by the way).
Then he pulled a short fat rod from his back, extended it with a few expert clicks, flipped it around and aimed it at the glass balcony door, which was slightly ajar. I had the time to think "what the hell is going on?" before he pushed the door closed, and I realised the rod was in fact the handle of a mop.
He then proceeded to hose down the floor to ceiling windows and the door, used the mop to give them a good soapy clean, and then hosed them off again.
Now, how come we can't have that service in Sweden?
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Sheesh. Is all of New Zealand just like in the movies?
Yes. In fact every country is just like in the movies. Especially the US. Though I haven't attempted to apply that logic to Sweden just yet. Come on, write a blog post about how you perceive Sweden. I dare you.
Oh, seriously, all I got is cold weather and that Muppet guy with the give-me-nightmares man-hands...
Haha! Nothing else? Abba? Swedish sin? Björn Borg? No?
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