aliceinwonderdanmark

I'm full of good feelings and souvenirs. I love Japan, I loved my travel, I'm so glad I've met my friends and of course that makes me sad to leave all those good things. I don't really want back to old, cold and boring Europe because it means back to the rutine, back to the hill of bills that's waiting for me in my mail box, back to the job agencies, back to daily life. Of course I know it can't be on holidays all the time but even if I know it it doesn't mean that I don't feel sad coming back to reality.

As you can see, I already have a very philosophical conversation with myself at 4am in the subway this Thursday morning. I even start to be afraid: what will I do for 11 hours in the plane? I've to stop thinking about my crappy life and remind all the good time I've just got.

I'm on time for the flight, I even think I could have woken up a bit later but no problem, I still have some coins and decide to buy some more Japanese snacks: dry fish, dry octopuss, some kind of jelly that looks dog food. I want have a dinner at my place with Japanese "funny" food. My friends will love me

I like fly. That's a very good thing for me because 11hours is pretty long. What I like in a long-distance is that you get snacks and drinks for free, you have your own tv screen and can watch cartoons, the position of the flight on a map or listen classical music and the crew is much more available than for a short-distance. That's nice.
Moreover,  nobody seats beside me today. I've 2 seats for me alone. I can lie a bit and sleep a lot.
The flight lands on time in Paris, that's great because I only have a very short time to catch the plane to Copenhaguen. I'm almost done.

I'm back home early, in the morning I mean. It has been 19 days and 8hours since I left my place. I just have time to jump into my bed before to fall asleep for 15 hours. Yes, that was long but I was dead and I have to get some energy. A friend of mine is coming for the week-end, we're planning a party in the evening and I don't want fall asleep on my plate.

 I forgot a detail! I've got an eyes infection in Japan, due to both pollution and warm wether. My first day in Denmark takes place at the hospital where I get antibiotics and a beautiful plaster on my eye. But it was a good test to recognize my friends and I'm proud of them. Instead of asking me about Japan and souvenirs I took back for them they all asked first about my eye and if I needed help.