So I could be sleeping by now

...but maybe I should write a little bit just to let everyone know I am doing alright.

Let's talk about the flekkeland trip first. We were really welcomed by the kids and some new kids, although we get some weird looks from time to time- then again that's understandable. I mean, it's me and vittu. Who doesn't like to look at beautiful beings or art pieces of miracle? I bet My 0 years do. Nah, seriously, I bet it's just because we look funny and we behave weird. It was good to be back though. Just an official goodbye to the place. After a week and something's time my 1st years would have been gone and the next time I will be back in flekkeland is either I am invited to run a PBL week, I am employed to teach theatre there (but then I actually might reject the job, I don't fucking wanna teach- no offense, daddy), or at the 10-year reunion, provided that I can afford the tickets and I'm not having a newborn child with me.

And probably you guys read a bit about where we stayed. So... after all these days I think it is long enough ago to reveal a little bit more. Simple as that. We bummed in a room for 2 nights. Somehow students let it slip (well we aren't invisible anyway) that we are in flekkeland and staying around in rooms. So one teacher told another. That another teacher was nice enough to be reasonable and understand our problem and intention (not really like the one teacher) so we bummed at the another teacher's place instead. That was pretty much the whole thing, I just cut out some silly parts like me getting annoyed for pretty much no reasons or something. Just me being a raging teenage boy.

So the accomodation was solved and there came the bacon incident. Vittu should I actually write about that? Nah, you do it when you are not occupied by the kids during the day. I'll probably leave you the bacon and the strong-charactered norwegian transportation system. So folks, press on her to get the stories! Not me, not me!

Teaser lines:

(after the bacon incident)
J*$e: (holding my meat) is this your...?
[He puts THE meat into his mouth]
*me giggles while typing that*

[Ring! Ring!]
a first year of ours from IH: shit this is fucking stupid! they ran away! @$)(&*(_!#_($*@!_($*#!$@##!$#!#*(_#T*~~!!!

d.: nah, last time when I waited for this bus, it was like 20 minutes late... it will come.

vittu: go take a slash then...

vittu: what part of 'no batteries' does he not understand?

'We paid and we got a ride... 3 of us, 40 minutes of fun.'

'Coming soon... on vittu's blog.'

About what I actually did with the kids in flekkeland... they'll come later. I spent most of my time at the smokers corner, then with Gerbrith, Tiger, MY 1st year/s and s.

Lots of talk, lots of thoughts, lots of memories, lots of fun.
Somehow I don't say 'have fun, kids' as often anymore.
Somehow I use different exclaimations in different countries:
Finland: Oho! Hoppla! Hopsa! Hoppa! Eh?
Canada: Scheiße! Verdammt! Fuck! Aye. Weeee! Hops! Hoppla! Ooops.
Hong Kong: Aiya! Scheiße! Fuck! Shit! Oh. Ooop. Hoppla! Hopsa!
Norway: Most of them I think, remember any that I didn't use, vittu or other folks and kids?
Switzerland: All of the above I think, as far as I remember. I can try to prove it and take notes next winter.

Shine on, all you sweetie pies who are still in flekkeland.

Especially the soon-to-be mother of a pair of lovely, lovely twins.

Ja, du.