Tarnasjostuga
When I arrived there was no warden to greet me. Usually they sit outside with lingonberry juice and say welcome!
I came inside and I could hear someone on their phone. I helped myself to a cup of juice sitting on a ledge by the door and went back outside. Finally, I heard the conversation end. I came in and said I have booked a room.
She answered, You have not booked a room.
At first I was confused.
You have booked a bed.
I apologized, I've misspoke.
She was not smiling or welcoming.
But you can likely have a room to yourself since we will not be full.
Next they usually show me around. She barely wanted to; I asked where the toilets are: Dass. She pointed to the sign. Okay.
The kitchen was suffocatingly hot. She invited me to “warm up.” I was afraid I'd catch on fire.
I took a bird bath and washed out a few clothes.
Later I asked about the store. Again, the huts that had shops were usually only too eager to drive in customers. She said she'd open it if I wanted. If it's no trouble. I'd heard there was chocolate and that sounded good. She said, yes, she could take SEK. And just stood there. I wasn't sure if she was counting in her head. I mean it was just the one item. She then explained the card reader was warming up. I was confused, since she said she'd take the SEK. Eventually I understood it was also about registering the sale. She was very stingy with her words
We had a conversation about the sauna, women alone at 5:30–but she wasn't sure it would be ready. I said just tell me when I can go. She said that's not the point. You will be the only one. I said I could go with the mixed group–as long as we're wearing clothes. I didn't want to see anyone naked. She was going to check when I could go.
As things stand: I have chocolate, a room to myself, and a solo sauna in 20 minutes!
I came inside and I could hear someone on their phone. I helped myself to a cup of juice sitting on a ledge by the door and went back outside. Finally, I heard the conversation end. I came in and said I have booked a room.
She answered, You have not booked a room.
At first I was confused.
You have booked a bed.
I apologized, I've misspoke.
She was not smiling or welcoming.
But you can likely have a room to yourself since we will not be full.
Next they usually show me around. She barely wanted to; I asked where the toilets are: Dass. She pointed to the sign. Okay.
The kitchen was suffocatingly hot. She invited me to “warm up.” I was afraid I'd catch on fire.
I took a bird bath and washed out a few clothes.
Later I asked about the store. Again, the huts that had shops were usually only too eager to drive in customers. She said she'd open it if I wanted. If it's no trouble. I'd heard there was chocolate and that sounded good. She said, yes, she could take SEK. And just stood there. I wasn't sure if she was counting in her head. I mean it was just the one item. She then explained the card reader was warming up. I was confused, since she said she'd take the SEK. Eventually I understood it was also about registering the sale. She was very stingy with her words
We had a conversation about the sauna, women alone at 5:30–but she wasn't sure it would be ready. I said just tell me when I can go. She said that's not the point. You will be the only one. I said I could go with the mixed group–as long as we're wearing clothes. I didn't want to see anyone naked. She was going to check when I could go.
As things stand: I have chocolate, a room to myself, and a solo sauna in 20 minutes!
Comments
On behalf of STF and my country, I’m sorry you got that rude reception. Then again, I was sort of relieved to learn you were not the only one to get bullied.