successive thoughts followed by massive travel-action
Monday morning, 12th of February, 7.30am...time to get up after a night of insomnia. Nervousness is flushing my body. I guess right now it is time to pack the stuff which is required for the trip. Quite late, but in some way I do it quite calm...with some disconcerting routine. Travelling seems to numb all senses after a while, rubbing away the feeling that actually makes it so exciting.
Anyhow, I manage it to arrange everything right on time. I've never forgotten anything at my preparations for any trip so far. Amazing. Train is coming, the first one. I can already feel my back hurts only when I think about the super-spacious Ryanair seating. Whatever, 18,39€ makes you accept any pain during the journey.
I reach the bus stop and it's pissing the rain of at least half a year out of the clouds, which makes me a little nervous this time, coz I just packed in another pair of flannels and shirt in case of inadequate eating skills.
Shit, they' ve raised the ticket price for the bus once again. Now it equals to the two flights, which makes me think about starting an own company running some sort of dubious business.
It is still pissing the shit out of the clouds when the bus arrives the airport. I run first, but then decide to take myself time coz I realise that I'm not made of sugar and that little rain won't hurt me. Check in fast, puhhh...still in time. The security check pisses me off throughout the confiscation of my toothpaste that obviously looks like some kind of explosive device. Stupid wee cunts they are! Those schemies, using regulations which they can't even explain to me at all.
I get on board; for some reasn with a "priority"-VIP pass, which was handed to me at the desk for some weird reason. Hahahaha, ok folks, this time I better agree with you and decide to keep my mouth shut and accept the convenient surprise-package from the counter. Glances full of envy following my way through the impatient "low-fare-but-i'm-so-fucking-jetset" -crowd.
Finally inside, I overwhelmingly wish to find my big headphones fast to drown that bullshit business smalltalk everybody tries to have in a surpassing loudness during the take-off procedure. There must be some contest in having the most outrageous conversation going on.
Lucky man-got it! Laying back in my so well known 18,39€ carrier, getting me over to Sweden...
Anyhow, I manage it to arrange everything right on time. I've never forgotten anything at my preparations for any trip so far. Amazing. Train is coming, the first one. I can already feel my back hurts only when I think about the super-spacious Ryanair seating. Whatever, 18,39€ makes you accept any pain during the journey.
I reach the bus stop and it's pissing the rain of at least half a year out of the clouds, which makes me a little nervous this time, coz I just packed in another pair of flannels and shirt in case of inadequate eating skills.
Shit, they' ve raised the ticket price for the bus once again. Now it equals to the two flights, which makes me think about starting an own company running some sort of dubious business.
It is still pissing the shit out of the clouds when the bus arrives the airport. I run first, but then decide to take myself time coz I realise that I'm not made of sugar and that little rain won't hurt me. Check in fast, puhhh...still in time. The security check pisses me off throughout the confiscation of my toothpaste that obviously looks like some kind of explosive device. Stupid wee cunts they are! Those schemies, using regulations which they can't even explain to me at all.
I get on board; for some reasn with a "priority"-VIP pass, which was handed to me at the desk for some weird reason. Hahahaha, ok folks, this time I better agree with you and decide to keep my mouth shut and accept the convenient surprise-package from the counter. Glances full of envy following my way through the impatient "low-fare-but-i'm-so-fucking-jetset" -crowd.
Finally inside, I overwhelmingly wish to find my big headphones fast to drown that bullshit business smalltalk everybody tries to have in a surpassing loudness during the take-off procedure. There must be some contest in having the most outrageous conversation going on.
Lucky man-got it! Laying back in my so well known 18,39€ carrier, getting me over to Sweden...
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