Home again, home again, home again… Someday I’ll know to be home, so I close my eyes, looking up…. Going home.
On the ferry at 10:46pm awaiting this twenty four hour link journey towards our most cherished destination, home. Where lies in the haven of Castelnau-le-Lez the luxury of proper beds, real showers, board games etc etc… But as the wise (anonymous) man (the guy who said “what is sleep when pancakes are on the line?”and “crossing a bridge before you see it is by all means very hard“) said “a day and night away is longer than just a day away”.
So if you understand the messy sentence I wrote, you might perceive that home is still a good distance away and we are just at the beginning of the end. The boat is crowded and the people have suddenly become obsessed with the view of a hill in front of the parked boat and insist on standing right in front of me, disrespectful. I moved to another side of the boat and sat in an ideal looking table, a small square one with two chairs tucked away behind a staircase. I observed a few short seconds writing my blog until a large man sat near me and stated.to listen to videos on his phone at max volume. I’m going to go and sleep, I’ll write again when we do something substantial.
Nothing substantial happened :(, the ferry from Værøy to bodø lasted until 3 am, I should of slept more, because when we were cycling to the airport I was super chappied, or puffed up. I was awake nearly the whole journey, it was like the plague had struck and I was the only one alive. But helas! at about two o’ clock in the morning I drifted into a slumbering slumber
A short flight away here we are in Oslo, it will be another 8 WHOLE hours until we get home to that sweet place. Had some Kanella Bulleuh, and mostly just SAT and DID absolutely nothing. But I did draw two submarines and I did play Mega knots and crosses with Samuel for about two hours. Finally when the plane is announced that it is indeed somewhere in the airport’s premisis we continue our journey up the stairway to home.
The plane was a blank white plane NO logo NO happy colours NOTHING they didn’t even give us a cosy tunnel to walk into the plane, we had to go in a bus to what took us to the equivalent of a dark alleyway in an airport. There in the middle of the “alleyway” stood the unmarked plane, it was really like they were going to kidnap us all. But, uneventually, the plane landed (at night) in Montpellier Airport. I stepped out of the plane to expect to feel the cool night air rush past me. The air was actyally hot smidgy and humid, and gosh THE SKY…. IT WAS BLACK!!!!!!!! Cycling through Montpellier at real night was really weird, even when we got home (that was a very happy moment) the hallway was so daark. When we got back (surprise surprise) we dropped by Padova and had we all had a triple scoop! I dont know how to end this so ill stop now.
