I am running, no racing, with 150 other people towards the bus. The train got cancelled from Oslo to Skien on my way home, and NSB but up buses instead, but not nearly enough. I ran, with two backpacks, dutyfree shopping, bag, jacket, passport flying and knew I had to be on that bus before at least 100 of the other people. I started missing Guatemala before I even made, it would never have been a problem on the chicken buses there, they are never "full", but here, as I stormed in the door and grabbed a seat, waved good bye to about 90 people left on the sidewalk, I realized Norway and Guatemala just ain't the same.
It was good to be home, no doubt about that. I didn't have to worry my mum would cook me beans for breakfast. There was hot water in the shower, the toilet was flushing, but still, culture shock from the life we have been living the past three months.
Thanks for following the blog, I have a few photos up now, and there will be more in the weeks to come as I get them from the other people I travelled with. So check it again in a while, and you never now, suddenly I'll be on way again. To where? Who know. Doing what? Time will tell. Will it be fun? Without doubt! Take care!
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10 years ago
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