Before I arrived I was prepared for the mandatory cultural shock. I wouldn’t call it a shock, but there are quite some differences compared to the everyday life I lived in Sweden. Here are some examples;
If you are alone on a bus, you will end up talking to the bus driver, unless it is one of the grumpy ones of course. If there are more people on the bus, you can count on that one of them will sit in the front and chat with the driver.
Buses are never on time. If they are, then it is probably the bus that was supposed to come for 20 minutes ago, not now.
When you pay to a cashier in the grocery store, they will ask you about how your day has been. Still not sure how to respond, but some small talks with the cashier seems kind of mandatory.
The classes are way more informal than in Sweden. Relaxed atmosphere and laid back professors.
Scooner, stubbie and jug are all terms for different kind of words I can use when I order a beer.
The dialect here can be impossible to understand sometimes. I was once in a situation when a 6 year old boy helped me understand what the other person was saying.
I am sure this list will just get bigger and bigger during my stay and I will try to make it complete before my return home.