Day 8 - Saturday, the voyage home
The day after… The horrid day after, as I call it! I often get a hangover, no matter what or how much alcohol I drink, only the degree of nausea varies. Everytime I talk to someone who says they almost never get a hangover, no matter what or how much alcohol they drink, I curse in my mind and pretend that I’m slowly roasting them over an open fire! They do not know the agony I go through after every party!
But not this time. I had a mild head ache, that’s it. Felt great. Wonder what I did differently!
The party lasted to 2 am, and at 3 am I pulled the cord to the lamp in the guys bedroom. That’s when the lights went out for me too. I slept till 10 am, I think. The strange thing was that Pär is usually up before everyone else, but this time I couldn’t see him. It wasn’t until half an hour later that he came into the common room. He had walked 12 km to the store and back to buy a newspaper. Gnfffff!
We ate our last breakfast together and after that we cleaned the kitchen, the common room, the bedrooms and Pär took care of the dojo. After that the departings started…
First ones to leave were Christina and Zafer. Zafer was going to take a train at 1 pm from Karlstad, and Christina would drive through there, so he hitched a ride with her. Hugs were administered, goodbyes were said, promises of being in touch were made and then they were off…
for atleast 20 meters before we could hear Zafer scream ‘AWEEEEEEEEEEE’, from the car window, one last time!
Do you remember the plutt-game? I wrote about it in the entry for day 4. I managed to call up Zafer from my mobile and hiding my number and asking if it was Zafer I was talking to, in a phony accent, and he answered ‘yes’, which, of course, immediately lead to a plutt! I was soo happy to manage to pull off another phone-plutt! The last one was several months ago on Staffan from Halmstad.
The downside is that he finished the conversation with ‘You’re awesome, Mika!’ to which I replied ‘Yes, I know, but it’s good to hear now and then from someone else!’ (a phrase I’ve stolen from Jenny), and that, of course, immediately lead to another plutt! Ooo, the humiliation! My great moment, stolen!
Oh, one of the best things before breakfast was that Claes managed to do a kaeshi waza (reverse technique - when you respond on an aikido technique done to you with another aikido technique) plutt! Marias said ‘Claes?’ (to try to plutt him) and Claes replied ‘Maria?’ to which Maria answered ‘Yes?’, which of course got a ‘plutt’ from Claes. That’s pure high-class entertainment right there!
After that we packed me, Patrick and Claes into sensei’s car, while Martina was shipped off in Eva-Karin’s car. Hugs, goodbyes, promises and a last ‘AWEEEEEEE’ from me as we passed Eva-Karin, Martina, Maria and Pär.
On our way to the station in Torsby we drove over a bump in the road that we uchi deshis have named ‘Torsby guppet’ (Torsby bump). And we also developed this habit of building up a tension just before the bump and at the moment of driving over it yelling ‘AWEEEEEEEE’ in high pitched voices! This we’ve done the whole week, since we passed the bump every time we drove into town. I hope we didn’t pierce sensei’s ears
The voyage home was quite uneventful. I had company with Patrick and Claes to the station in Karlstad where we parted ways. More hugs, goodbyes and promises and then off to Linköping!
I ran into Erik, a friend, on the last part of the trip (Norrköping->Linköping) and we chatted some. He asked if I wanted to follow them (him and his girlfriend, another good friend of mine!) to go swimming, but I felt that I had some catching up on zzz, mail and being alone to do.
Thus ends my week away from home!




Everyone but me, who had my stomach stuffed with pizza, ate the rest of yesterdays apple pie for desert.






























