Some of my blog visitors have sent me some great suggestions on gas stations. This photo was taken and sent by my friend Anders. It is an old school Shell station along road 42 in Sollebrunn, Sweden.
Some people cross your roads and walk in your heart forever. Some countries do too. In 2005 I was an exchange student at University of Metropolitan University in Port Elizabeth, South Africa; I country that has conquered quite a big piece of land in my heart. During Easter break some friends and I went on a road trip to Drakensberg and Lesotho. We explored the rough wild coast of South Africa, including Coffee Bay, hiked in Drakensberg and visited a village in Lesotho. We could experience many beuatiful sceneries and thatched roofs on the houses were a rool, rather than an exception. On the road up to Drakensberg and Lesotho we could confirm this, by adding the fact that even the roof of a BP gas station was made out of thatch. This gas staion truly belongs to one of my gems in my gas station collection. Enjoy!
During summer 2008 I was fortunated to work at Gränna museum and tourist information, doing many amusing things, such as helping French people finding a restroom. Yet this summer turned out to be the longest in my life; actually 2 years. I stayed working extra in Gränna during weekends between 2008 and 2010. Gränna is a touristy, summertown that falls a sleep every September and doesn’t wake up until May every year. It is situated right by lake Vättern and if you visit this area you may take the ferry to historical Visingsö Island, a place I can’t get enough of.
Right by Öbergs coffee place, right in the middle of the island, I found this nostalgic BP Gas Station originally from 1962. The Gas station used to be located right by the East Station in Norrköping between 1962 and 1974. In 2004 the gas station was moved to Visingsö and is no longer of any other use other than keeping a bit of history alive.
When my friend Katrin and I found a really cheap ticket to Dubai in 2008 we never realized how cheap the gas would be in this area. When we had spent 6 Euros on filling up the whole car tank we went bananas and decided to travel all the way down to the city Sur, right were the Omanese Eastern coast ends. The highway between Musqat and Sur wasn’t completed but we still had the permission to drive on it. Katrin was reminded of all the times when she had visited her grandmother. She would always make big dinners and say “eat, child, you never know when to be served food next time”. But in fact, Katrin would always know when to be served food. Her grandmother belonged to that Swedish generation were coffee and snack (so called Fika) was served at 11am, lunch at 1pm and coffee and snack (so called Fika) was served 2.30pm and dinner at 6pm. Everyday.
However, when we were travelling in Oman we really never knew when to be served food. We could travel through the Arabian desert for hours, not finding anything else than sand and rocks. When we finally would reach a gas station it was more a mirage than anything else; the only thing the gas staion could serve included Chocolate bars and soft drinks with artifical strawberries.