As some of you might have realised I am back in Denmark. After a marathon of a journey I arrived late Wednesday in Copenhagen Airport- Demmark.
With wet eyes I left Trinidad and Julian Monday afternoon and I sat out for the first leg of my trip – Trinidad- Barbados.
I arrived late Monday afternoon in Bridgetown, where I with the help of a local Taxidriver found a place to stay for the night.
Due to some re-booking mistake, my trip back home had been organized in such a way that I got to spend 25 hours in Barbados. After having spent Tuesday on the beach soaking in the last heat, sun, rum and sea before returning to frosty Denmark, I jumped on a bus to the airport. On my way out I talked with an elderly black Barbadian man, who told me some anecdotes from his life. This included stories from when he lived in London, where he in his youth had difficulties to find a place to live, as most places at that time did not accept ‘dog, blacks and Irish’, to quote the man himself. Feed up with this attitude, he decided to save up enough to buy his own and rent it out to whomever he found fitting and with no regard to skin colour.
Due to some re-booking mistake, my trip back home had been organized in such a way that I got to spend 25 hours in Barbados. After having spent Tuesday on the beach soaking in the last heat, sun, rum and sea before returning to frosty Denmark, I jumped on a bus to the airport. On my way out I talked with an elderly black Barbadian man, who told me some anecdotes from his life. This included stories from when he lived in London, where he in his youth had difficulties to find a place to live, as most places at that time did not accept ‘dog, blacks and Irish’, to quote the man himself. Feed up with this attitude, he decided to save up enough to buy his own and rent it out to whomever he found fitting and with no regard to skin colour.
Second leg of my trip (Barbados-London) was long and exhausting, mostly because I couldn’t sleep (for a second night in a row). I arrived in London just before 6am. Wednesday morning.
Arriving from 30+ to 0 my body went into an immediate cold chock, and for two hours I could not feel my feet.
Arriving from 30+ to 0 my body went into an immediate cold chock, and for two hours I could not feel my feet.
After doing some recovering in one of the cafes in the airport, I headed to Brighton to meet up with Ilke (My room-mate and good friend from Sussex Uni.). Later in the day we were joined by two other friends Renan and Sabrina, and after sharing a couple of beers and telling some pirate-tales from the sea, the time had come for the third leg of my journey. So once again I headed to the airport to reach my final destination – Denmark.
I arrived in Copenhagen Airport just before 23:00 Wednesday night, where I to my big surprised was picked up by sister.
I arrived in Copenhagen Airport just before 23:00 Wednesday night, where I to my big surprised was picked up by sister.
It is lovely to see my family again but also strange to be back after such a long period of absence. Moreover, it is like I am the only one, who can truly feel just how cold is. Today I have heard several people going ‘such a nice and warm day today’……….have everybody gone mad?! 6 +degrees is not warm, not even close. Guess the best for me to do, is to go and hide under my blanket and not get out before Julian arrives at some point in the spring with boat from Tortola.
Barbados - Tuesday the 1st. of March 2011
Somewhere between Barbados and London Wednesday 05 A.M the 2nd. of March 2011
Hola Brighton - Wednesday 16 pm the 2nd. of March 2011
Copenhagen - Thursday the 3th. of March 2011
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