On the road again

Finally, I'm travelling again.

Funny how I didn't realise how much I'd missed it until I started packing Monday evening. When I found the big, shapeless, extremely irritating bag that I used in Italy, my face cracked up in a smile, and I felt like hugging it, as if it was an old friend.

One tidy room. See you in april!

Once again I'm on the road again, with too much luggage (I have everything I could possibly need in any situation that might occur...), probably too little money and no safe plans, but I love it. Oh happy day!

Charming, they all seemed so sad about me leaving, and I didn't arrange them like this on purpose!

Yesterday I got up at 06.00 to pack the rest and prepare myself and play some piano before I took the bus to Haugesund with my sweet friend Irene. She was going to Bergen, but spent some hours with me while I was waiting for the bus to the airport.

Quality time with Irene! No, she's not drunk, she just had a slitghly unlucky shot:)

Pretty!

Say what you want about amazing Norway; public transport is not impressive. To get to Oslo, I had to take the bus to Haugesund for two ++ hours, wait there for 3 hours, bus to Karmøy airport (30 mins), just to wait for my plane for another 3 hours. And it was, of course, delayed.

We arrived in Oslo 30 minutes before my next flight, and informed us that because that plane was continuing to Billund, they parked it where the international flights go to save time, so we had to take a bus to the arrival hall for national flights.
Yep, I was going to Billund. With the exact same airplane.
It didn't help that I looked at the stewardess with big, innocent eyes - I still had to take the bus, walk down half the airport in a corridor, then down the stairs and back the same way, while the TV-screens told me with big letters that the flight to Billund was already boarding.
I managed to get there in time, and sweaty and out of breath, I could sit down on seat 28F, looking back on 30A where I 15 minutes ago sat for an hour.
Well organised system.

Somehow I got the right bus for Århus, even though I started feeling really, really sick. My throat was painful, it hurt to breathe, I had a slight fever and on top of everything I got stomachache.
Typical, when you have to spend 1,5 hours in a chilly bus and you don't dare to sleep because the driver looks like he is about to.
Oh, selfpity, what a beautiful thing.
In Århus my aunt Lise wasa friendly enough to come and pick me up at midnight, even though she was getting up at 06.00 the next day.
Lovely people make this world go round:)

I slept very well but woke up a bit early, feeling pretty bad. So I spent an hour convincing myself that I still wanted to sleep, and got up. My health hasn't been on top today, so I cancelled my plan about going to Århus. The weather didn't make my choice very hard; I thought I had had enough in Norway with about a meter of snow outside my window, but just before I came, it started snowing again in Denmark. Here in Malling there's around 15 cm, and on top there's been a heavy wind.

Breakfast and book. Good combination. This is somehow a very Danish picture to me.

So I just put on my very comfortable, warm pants, had a nice breakfast, read and played the piano for probably three hours. Hah, I actually feel it in my fingers! At least I've trained one part of my body. Or ten. :)
I have to admit, even though it hurts, that the piano they have here is pretty great. Amazing. And it is tuned<3 Wonderful playing a song with F# without ruining it.
Sorry piano back home, you're still my favourite. I think.
And here they have these fabulous songbooks with everything in them, so I played and played and hoped the neighbours wouldn't hear it.
Then I had tea with honey, read, went to sleep, woke up after five minutes and felt like I had slept for hours, played again and then Lise&Vagn came home. Nice!
It's insane for how long time I haven't seen them (well, I saw Lise yesterday, but still). I'll definitely get better to visit my family.
We had a nice conversation and more tea, and then I finished that long article for the newspaper and sent it back home. Hah, finally done. Just need this one little thingy for tomorrow, but I'll manage.