How I got to the Museum of Natural History
In fact, today's story was not supposed to be about the museum at all. In the morning the sun shone bless you, leaving me only light cotton fabrics and sunglasses. My project was technically called "closer to nature", which included a comprehensive coverage of the National Park. I think everyone has heard about Dugarden Island. But according to the royal plans of ancient times, unanimously supported by today's administrators of the Swedish natural heritage, the island itself is just the South Dugarden, and besides it there is the North, and the Haga Park, and the Ulriksdal estate. In general, as you understand, the plan was grandiose, and even Napoleon, having learned about it, would have applauded with restraint. But, unfortunately, this part of the journey will have to be written next time due to lack of facts. All my plans, and with them my reputation, were 2 times persistently washed away by rain into the nearest roadside ditch, no worse than a wrapper from an inexpensive chocolate bar. I had to make a halt, a break and a technical stop. But in what place! Feeling embarrassed to wet the only card in the pouring rain, I drove at random and a little to the right. Seeing a semicircular tower in pleasant colors, I headed for it, hoping that they would offer me a roof over my head and a little warmth of soul. My gorgeous t-shirt sagged on the body as if giving discomfort and wet sensations. Having parked the bike at the technical entrance, I decided to find its central portal in order to confirm the hints of my subconscious. This is true. The gigantic building of the Museum of Natural History floated out in front of me from behind a bend. The building was so pretty, large and mesmerizing that I decided to go inside to ventilate the atmosphere. The good old habit - to pick up cards, and sniff gunpowder - does it make sense to drag yourself here next time. Literally a few minutes later, the clouds closed behind me in dark rows and, as if on command, opened fire from bronze guns. Water poured from everywhere, cars slowed down, and people instantly disappeared from sight. . It was necessary to occupy oneself with something, while the forces of nature would amuse themselves with their mighty abilities to their fullest. Between us, when choosing landmarks in Stockholm, this museum was not on my must see list. Sluggish reputation, and the price of 100 + 100 for the museum itself and the Cosmonova cinema did not smell like a budget solution. Plus, someone unsubscribed that the museum branch with a huge dinosaur skeleton is closed for restoration. But after my visit, I'm already thinking about deleting my account from the one I don't like. How many times have I burned myself, wasting precious time looking through 78 visitor reviews and still could not understand whether I should go there or not. To be honest, my whole site was conceived as “our answer to Chamberlain”, where a person can get important facts and, based on them, make an informed decision. Not being lazy, I even now opened the reviews about the museum and see only a couple of bursts of admiration, among the viscous swamp “it used to be better” or “not worth the money”. It feels like people were in another museum. I think these words are enough to anathematize me and for TripAdvisor to ban my activity and start calling at night with silent threats. Although... yes, who am I! Once inside, I realized that I needed a nosebleed. He is suspiciously big and cute even inside. After fiddling with my worn out pocket, I fished out 110 crowns from there. “Not much, ” I thought, squinting my eyes at the price tag. Well, I wasn’t going to visit museums today, so I didn’t prudently take the card. And then came the idea, which I call the “Finnish Gambit”. The fact is that in Finland over the past two years I have been subjected to malicious insults at the entrance of almost every museum. Everyone in me saw a student from the doorway and offered discounted entrance tickets. It was purely for the financial benefit of this insidious prejudice that I endured bullying and steadfastly endured humiliating looks. The complexity of the Finnish Gambit idea was that for three days I had not touched alcohol and a razor. But hopelessness left no options. When asked about privileges for foreign students, the girl at the checkout happily nodded her head. The 105 kr ticket was the student version of the full version for 150 kr and included the museum and entrance to the Cosmonova cinema hall. But that's not the issue. Screenings in the cinema are all conducted in Swedish. To be able to listen to the original, you need to bring or purchase headphones for 15 kroons. I did not expect such deceit. Being ready to surrender to the treachery of fate, I, as theatrically as possible, began to rake up the already crumpled piece of paper in 100 crowns. The compassionate cashier could not stand such a spectacle and hurried to give me these headphones, on the security of the contract "only to anyone. " As you understand, I did not even dream of such a turn of events and incredible luck at the entrance to the museum. So there will be a story about the museum, and with all the photos and luxurious comments! based on materials from my site owntrip. net. ua
