Still Miles From Home

I am still at sea. I've been on a succession of boats now. They're nice, but it just reminds me, with acute similarity to my time spent in a stuffy, wooden, spider-infested cabin in the mountains of Norway, that being in close proximity with my parents for any extended period of time is like entrusting a cache of petrol and matches to an inquisitive yet foolish 5-year old. After spending the aforementioned few days in 'Gamlestova', owned by an old sailor who spoke only the Northern Norwegian dialect and with whom i had great difficulty communicating, i visited good Herr Poleo of Oslo Town. Quite a delectable meal we shared there, with much inebriation and merriment thanks to Natthasit of Siam and Moses of Arabia. My parents were of constant amusement, encouraging me emphatically to converse with them despite my reluctance to do so. When i began to talk to them, they would never fail to interrupt me to start some argument or screaming:


"tell me about school Jon! How was it?"
"um...good....we have lots of people from all around the world and-"
"JECCA! WHERE THE HELL IS MY BLUE JACKET OH MY GOD YOU SET IT ON FIRE DIDNT YOU!"
"NO TIM I BLAH BLAH BLAH YOU GAVE ME THE WRONG DIRECTIONS TO ESBJERG THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU ARE THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE ADMIT IT!"

*silence*

"sorry Jon, tell me more, you went to school in.....Finland?"


Anyway. A brief boat trip took us to Copenhagen where i quickly lost them amongst the pubs and parks. I met up with Jacob and a friend of his from the states. We drank in the parks and walked around, meeting (with incredible coincidence) some Hongkongese atlantic college graduates (they didnt know you Nat, but naturally, they knew Marcus). We looked into a arbitrary hat shop and met Gustav. We bought some more beer. Called various people. Liv met us. She showed us to an excellent waterpipe cafe. We went to lots of bars and had a great time, me sleeping on Jacob's floor at 4am.

Now i'm back on a damn boat with failing internet, electricity, keyboard and patience. All things that i value highly. My parents are arguing with the cabin staff; they didnt believe me that when a dane says "half seven" he means 6:30, so now hes complaining at some poor spotty jutland teenager. Not long before i'm back at home and i can plan my next exit. Just hope i find some leprechaun with a pot of gold to fund my travels.

I feel it's time to go to the bar; there are free drinks now because my dad is good at complaining it seems. Ah well, there are positive sides to annoying parents.

Nunc est bibendum.