Sleep is good. I love sleep. I love sleep almost as much as I love not missing planes.
There was one thing I was craving last night, and that was sleep. I flew to Iceland on Wednesday for work, and had two fairly long and busy days – busy with customers during the day and then catching up on emails and working on a few documents in the evenings (along with the mandatory few beers with my colleague).
I must be getting old, because a couple of beers along with slightly late nights have left me feeling slightly zombie like during the days. I admit it though, I usually start reading when I know I should be sleeping, so there's only one person to blame, and I don't think I can blame them pesky kids because I don't have any.
It's always nice to go to Iceland, and this time was no exception. Although it's still winter, I was greeted by a beautiful sunny day with white puffy snow everywhere – not even diminishing over the next three days into the usual grimy, sandy, half-melted ice-snow that I am used to. Nope, the weather stayed that way for the entire time I was in Iceland. I really needed to see the sun and blue skies.
Even better yet was the chance to meet so many of my friends. Life is hard in Stockholm right now for me, there's a severe drought of familiar friends + cafes. Work is fine, and keeps my mind busy enough, but like most people I know, having some friends around is always a blessing.
I got to meet and spend plenty of time with lots of my favourite people , so despite being tired a lot of the time I was quite happy J. Cheers all you fullas!
Right now I'm sitting on the plane back to Stockholm after a small mishap at the airport in Oslo. I almost missed my connecting flight – completely unbeknownst to me we were late from Reykjavik.
I see an International "this way" sign, and a Domestic "this way" sign. I see a lot of people going the domestic way.
"Is travelling between Norway and Sweden considered international or domestic?" I think naively, they all sound the same to me..
So I walk into the International security pass (seems stupid to have to do that again for a connecting flight), and 3 people with absolutely nothing to do look at me like I have something on my face.
"Err.. I need to get to Stockholm?" I say, at the same time as I glance at the board and see that the gate is closing for a Stockholm flight (not sure if it was mine at that point).
"Sure, put your stuff on the conveyer belt. You better hurry I think they are about to leave".
"Crap! What do I do!?"
"You had better run.." – replied one of them, with, I might add of all things, a smirk
What's a man to do? RUN! As I started running, I heard one of them call out after me:
"Run Forest, Run!"
Thanks a bloody lot you mean bastard! Anyway. I managed to get to my gate, which was already shut, but the lovely lady was waiting for me. She said that she had been waiting for me for… quite some time now, Mr. Ander… Smith. I was by far the last one on the plane, and as I walked on I could see everybody looking at me. You kept us waiting you a-hole, they were saying with their "hitting me with laser beams, frickin laser beams" eyes.
So I slunk to my seat, hurriedly put everything away, gave a few apologetic looks to the ones that were still shooting me with their 'friggin laser beam eyes, and sat down with a few gallons of adrenaline pumping through my veins. At about that time I realised I should check that I had all of my stuff, and thank 'friggin somebody, it was still all with me.
Home alone tonight, yippee. And yet another week of travel coming. Yippee. /sarcasm.
This post has been brought to you by the words "'friggin", "yippee", "Forest Gump", and "bastard".
