I feel a bit like that guy up there, borrowing someone's unsecured network. I will get an own asap! I wouldn't anyways dare attend to any important matters across someone else's connection.
Well, the trip was, quite hilarious, in retrospect. Everyone was struggling with their huge bags, mine tried to rip my arm off. It had the cool special feature that it was practically impossible to switch arms when dragging it, since if you tried with the "wrong arm" the bag would hit your leg half of the time.
We already had quite some thrill at the very beginning of our adventure - the scale they used at the airport showed several kilograms too much, rendering all of our luggage overweight. Hence we protested, and eventually the grumpy personnel reluctantly let us test another scale, and all of a sudden we only needed to adjust our hand luggages a little bit.
The security check was interesting too. I had forgot two pairs of scissors in my backpack, one of which I had to let them keep. Otherwise it went well, I probably carried around three kg of extra stuff in my pockets. Did I mention I was wearing my winter coat and shoes? I can tell you it got quite warm from time to time.
It might have been because of that, plus simply undergoing a lot of stress and extreme physical tension, when I officially blessed our life in England through throwing up on the train. In a leaking paper bag. Dropping it on the floor (from where some friendly spirit - I don't remember which one of you did it in all the ruckus - threw it into the waste bin). Then continuing with another leaking paper bag (see last bracket). And finally, finishing into a plastic bag. Luckily I had freshly drank water and just eaten a handful of peanuts, so we didn't all smell like puke when signing the contract. Now I'm feeling better, so I hope it wasn't stomach flu. I doubt it myself.
Well, all of us survived in the end. I will not pack my bag as heavily on next time I bring a load from Finland. Okay, I will at least try to remember what kind of hell I went through when the time comes again.
Well, the trip was, quite hilarious, in retrospect. Everyone was struggling with their huge bags, mine tried to rip my arm off. It had the cool special feature that it was practically impossible to switch arms when dragging it, since if you tried with the "wrong arm" the bag would hit your leg half of the time.
We already had quite some thrill at the very beginning of our adventure - the scale they used at the airport showed several kilograms too much, rendering all of our luggage overweight. Hence we protested, and eventually the grumpy personnel reluctantly let us test another scale, and all of a sudden we only needed to adjust our hand luggages a little bit.
The security check was interesting too. I had forgot two pairs of scissors in my backpack, one of which I had to let them keep. Otherwise it went well, I probably carried around three kg of extra stuff in my pockets. Did I mention I was wearing my winter coat and shoes? I can tell you it got quite warm from time to time.
It might have been because of that, plus simply undergoing a lot of stress and extreme physical tension, when I officially blessed our life in England through throwing up on the train. In a leaking paper bag. Dropping it on the floor (from where some friendly spirit - I don't remember which one of you did it in all the ruckus - threw it into the waste bin). Then continuing with another leaking paper bag (see last bracket). And finally, finishing into a plastic bag. Luckily I had freshly drank water and just eaten a handful of peanuts, so we didn't all smell like puke when signing the contract. Now I'm feeling better, so I hope it wasn't stomach flu. I doubt it myself.
Well, all of us survived in the end. I will not pack my bag as heavily on next time I bring a load from Finland. Okay, I will at least try to remember what kind of hell I went through when the time comes again.
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ReplyDeletejeeei nyt voin seurailla sua :D
ReplyDeleteptäkää hauskaa siel!
Jee! Pidetään!
ReplyDeleteOch nä, man ska högst ha en väska som väger fem kilo! :>
Alla talar perfekt svenska...
ReplyDeleteMEN det gör int jag fö ja e int myndi hehe~(omyndiga personer skall tala operfekt svenska)
men anyways ddä me saxar ha oxo hänt åt mj!! men eftrsom ja va en liten oskyldig 10-åring, så kunde ingen tänka mj mörda nån~
Perfekt svenska kommer man långt med i University For The Creative Arts, hrrm.
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