2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Into the strange woods of Halland,
Sweden
It was going to be an inspirational musical retreat in
the wilderness of Southern Sweden. Instead, recording associates Ed
Liftpirat and Kurt Köhler involuntarily became the protagonists of a
hair-raising adventure that would eventually lead them into the urban
canyons of Stockholm.
Equipped
with a solar panel, laptops and
mosquito spray, Kurt and Ed left the confines of their vacation
resort on
August 7, 2012, entering unknown territory at around 1100 hours. Their
objective: to record 6 hours of pre-composed elevator music for an international adult diaper manufacturer.
Little
did they
suspect that the ignition key to their digital audio workstation had
decided to stay in the resort manager's visitor safe, right next to a
cutting-edge GPS device. Soon they found themselves lost in a
green
maze of ancient oaks and pine trees. Their enterprise would have made
good material for YouTube's library of epic fails, were it not for the
fact that they inadvertently stumbled upon the life they once had.
Curiosity ensued. This had to be documented.
Expedition IsThereLifeInEurope was
born.
The following travelog
presents the most significant findings from episode 1 of Expedition
I:T:L:I:E's rediscovery of life on planet Earth.
Civilization
2012 by Expedition
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Ed had korv med bostongurka and opted for ketchup and mustard
Kurt had korv med mos and opted for just mustard
The
coast
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Cigar mermaid
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org First Dog
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Ed's
struggle with stormy weather
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Peek-a-boo
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I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Hello,
Clarice.
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Kurt's lunch
is interrupted by Halland's dairy queen
Into
the wild
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Electric trees
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Calm before the pussy riot
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Punk rock bridge
Probably
the most unexpected encounter occurred just northeast of the
above-mentioned
bridge. In a lush clearing stood Mother Moose, grazing with her two
calves. There was no photo opportunity with the apparent single-parent
household, as the ungulates took off seconds after Kurt and Ed had
decided to bolt. Please note: The trees in the image
below are schematic abstractions of the actual objects.
2012 by Expedition
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2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Bridge
to nowhere
Big
city life
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Lone rider
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Pharaonic
PEZ dispensers
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org 29-31:
Expensive fusilli and upper-class lips
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Our
kind of place
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Neon worship
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Special
offer ear piercing - more bang for the buck
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Since T2, vacant swings have lost their innocence.
2012 by Expedition
I:T:L:I:E@ realitybroker.org Dude,
where's my Saab? - In the Kitty section, Asshole.
