It is almost the meaning of life. But not quite. Just one short. And to be honest: I don't mind it at all. Because after the first 20 I had had enough. But I was only halfway through the shift. The shift of toing and froing the 800 meters.
It was fun though. I got a lovely photo taken by a colleague (see top) at the beginning of my stretch. Had a few laughs with some children on the bus. Saw a mini viking and a lot of big vikings. Tried to speak German (and completely failed, more on that in a later post).
|I saw Avaldsnes Church 41 times today!|
The last thing of the day was take back some very disappointed English people. I knew they couldn't get beer after a certain time in this country, even if the supermarket is still open. I thought it was 8pm, but that is only on weekdays. On Saturdays it's 6pm. So, they were a bit dejected. Now they had to do their partying with 4 liters of red wine, 4 liters of white wine and a bottle of wodka. I've partied on less!
Anyway, time passed quicker than I had thought possible. My overtime note is written and I will be heading home. With a little detour to the Mac probably. I am in the mood for bad food!