Travelling to the South and Back
Hullo there my naked penguins,
I had the opportunity to be a part of a rather... intense trip with a friend of mine. Apparently the company my father work for had arranged an aerial display in the southern parts of our country. I decided to go. I like aeroplanes.
Of course my father was one of the people I travelled with, but my other companion was this friend of mine from school. To be more exact, my Babouska. The trip there was not that much of a chock-a-block, because we travelled there by train in a couchette (it's a compartment on a European passenger train, and it usually contains 4-6 berths for sleeping; ours had six). We played some truth and dare while drinking orange pop and eating chocolate.
When we woke up the next day, we were off to the aerial display. I've got to say that it was a bit more exciting than I thought it would be. Planes from so many different years and helicopters that made me think of Avatar (with thiose blue aliens you know, directed by James Cameron. Yeah, not the last air bender...)
After spending the entire day there, with food, aeroplanes, a lecture held by the first Swedish female on Mt Everest, windy weather and random moments of insanity, it was time to head home again.
We also found some time alone in the bistro, and with the obvious help of sugar, Ruff and I started counting McDonalds restaurants, Max restaurants, rape fields, animals, lakes, you-name-it. We also got our hands on som Yatzy. Guess who won?
It was a brilliant trip and I really enjoyed it. Perhaps not only because of everything it coantained, but because I like to break free from my every day life and do something different once in a while. It's always fun to randomly travel by train for six hours and then watch planes from the 30's fly in the sky once more, isn't it?
Cheers.
