I feel 4 years younger now.
No, seriously - I guess this is just the thing to say at the bottom of a slushy journal, but I don't want to post any slushy journals, so I start with it. I came back from Kavarna the last night - we were there for some Sonata Arctica concert... I guess the concert was just an exuse for me - I'm not a huge Sonata fan, although they sure are a good band. It was, above all else, a very good chance to see many of my friends in that region without any hopeless efforts to organise them to be at one place in the same time. A chance to hear the sea too. I miss the sea all the time here.
So, It was good journey and a great concerto. I kinda liked more the part with the bulgarian supporting band (Наско владее!), but just as I said before, I'm not a huge Sonata fan, so 'this a normal thing. I've seen many, many friends, even some people that I hadn't expected to see there. Even people from my summer crowds years '02, '03. I've refreshed my phone lists
I've slept by the sea.
On the second day, just when I thought there's nothing else in the event for me, it popped up - the question how I'm going to be in Sofia before the night (I had worries about our cat, poor Aurora two days alone and counting - but that's other story.) And so it came: the second-best part of the entire thing. I've decided to travel with those of my group, who came hitchhiking and had the plan of hitchhiking back to Sofia. We were on the road very late (Well that's exactly the same reason I didn't had any train that would be in Sofia before dark.) and there was a little bet will we make it before 00:00.
We made it. Group of three - and that's a tough hitch, but one of them a girl - and that's a fierce weapon on the road. Changed about 5 vehicles. Our lift-off was little slow, but it only got better and better 'till the end. Some grizzled rock fans, some worker busses... - the last car was just registered by the driver, long-time hitchhiker (and hairdresser) back from... Netherlands I think? Hm. Now when I think about it, it was very much a normal hitch, but I haven't been on the road for two years and I really felt awesome. I must thank all the people that I've seen, and especially those travelling with me.
The cat was alive and well, at the moment rubbing against my head while I try to see the monitor.
I told you how I feel... almost back then when only 400km every week or two made me feel like myself. Now I just have to get my hairbrush and necktie back (strangely enough, no connection with that cool hairdresser guy back from Pays-Bas, an entirely different story)
I have not forgotten about the feature thingy, there are still 8 places free, if anyone wants to be in, I'll get it back here.
Back. Kind of.
