we are back home
we finally arrived back home after a very very long drive with some good and very bad stuff happening to us in spain. but let's start from the top..
at evoke jeenio got some prize money from the compos, that secured the gas money needed to get to portugal. we also got a couple donations from digital kulture and the food leftovers from evoke partyplace cleanup process. a most welcome surprise. a quick trip to ccc to drop off and pick up stuff and ultrasound finally had to get separated as we hit the asfalt on our way to frankfurt to drop some of knutzler's stuff on his apartment before going to portugal.
a couple showers and a hunt for the gatekeeper after, we stop for a last decent meal in germany, donner teller for 5e at some turkish place. leaving frankfurt by night gave us the happy blues. quite a warm feeling hard to describe in words.
and on we go to france listening to piano solos and jazz trios! it was around 3am, we were almost arriving to paris and i decided to just dose off while jeenio kpet driving. when i woke up, we were somewhere in the middle of france desperatly avoiding tolls and buying fresh bread from a bakery we spotted during a redlight stop in a small vila. i must say i truly appreciate the overwhelmingly peacefull sensation that the french countryside delivers during the dusk of the day, the dark and long trees and isolated villages give way to more rustic houses, small river creaks and the most amazing morning fog settling through thick wheat fields scattered occasionally amongst the forests. soon after our breakfast and filmmaker activities we started looking for a nice place to park for the night, it was already day time. we found a nice forest side-road to park and undisturbingly dose off for a few couple of hours.
waking up i was required to strongly and deeply fight my yearn to kickwake jeenio up whilst he carelessly and unknowingly snored loudly and joyfully as a world class opera snort-pig champion could only ever dream of being compared with; my dark side won and i let him sleep some more so he could rest properly before driving some more. i took a couple short strolls in the nice and open forest and wondered where all the food from the bakery had disapeared into. settling myself (or my stomach rather) with some more of that not-so-cold water we had and a couple few slices of bread.
soon enough we were back on the road fighting our way through toll-free france and meeting random portuguese drivers who hinted us with directions.
a few borders and gas stops later we finally arrive in spain, on our first pitstop there we get approached by a funny looking german trying desperatly to ask us if we spoke french. and we wondered why the bloody hell was he trying to ask portuguese people if they knew french using english language, as we later discovered it turns out spanish people dont know german, nor english, nor french for that matter; but the french language seems to be the closest he had been to maintain a successfull communication session with any spanish people living near this border with france, i guess beeing a german who can't speak spanish didn't help much. to cut a long story short, paul and irina joined our party on the quest to cross spain as they also seemed to require a lift to burgos. jeenio was happy to finally have a worthy (and more actively responsive) victim for his nonstop chatting, and i was happy i wasnt required to be the victim anymore so we both defnitly enjoyed the company and the talks that so successfully kept jeenio happily driving without feeling sleepy.
the whole crossing of spain is a particularly interesting chapter that, given the way the day slowly progressed as the hours ticked, from growing greatness into growing tragedy, it's best left for jeenio to describe later. on a reassurance note, no animals or plants were injured and/or horribly killed during this chapter of our journey, and i defnitly don't regret coming by car through this part of the trip one damn bit. on the contrary, all the misshaps of the spanish chapter of the trip only bring warmth, joy and laughter to my soul. ^^ sadly, i don't think jeenio shares my love for hazards. :) one thing is for sure, i'll defnitly never forget those amazing stars blinking in the sky that night. ^^ i wonder if wishing for same wish on two diferent shooting stars cancels its effect or not. i didnt want to be very greedy. :) i think i might have failed. :D
after dropping off the germans and many turns on the foggy dam road (its not a typo, there was litterally extremly thick fog and a real dam, looking gloomy and imponent with all the scattered lights blinking in the dark, facing the gorge of rock beside us) i soon grew tired of admiring the darkness and decided to dose off for a while, to ensure we wouldn't crash and burn while i was sleeping i instructed jeenio to just park when he felt tired instead of playing captain america with us, and he probably took offense to it since he insisted on re-assuring me had done exactly so (parked to sleep a few hours) the moment i appeared to be waking up. when i finally woke up i came to realize we aparently already where in Portugal since the roadsigns would now say "Porto Maia" and suddenly we were ascending the street where rup once lived and i used to go every once a month to get my hair cut short and spiky at the local barber. we turned the roundabout of the tribute to the flight pilots who crossed something which i can never quite recall what exactly (apparently it's the pacific), and arrived at good old praceta do colégio de gaia where i was required to take everything out of my bag looking for my keys before recalling i had placed them inside the glasses' box. we carried my stuff up, dumped it in the floor, i hugged jorge goodbye and sms'ed my parents a short "im alive and sleeping at home", and attempted to proceeded directly into that very same activity: it's a strange thing about comfortable old beds, after a month of separation they seem to feel alot more comfortable. i soon found myself disturbingly hugging my pillow and releasing a quite few sighs and purrs and damp moans, i then moaned and purred and purred and moaned some more, and contemplated how good and comfortable and warm and fuzzy and nice my own bed can feel, i soon purred and moaned and sigh'd and purred and moaned my way into dreamland.
i woke up to realize the tour wasn't quite over yet...
..and don't forget to come to inérciaDemoparty2005
at evoke jeenio got some prize money from the compos, that secured the gas money needed to get to portugal. we also got a couple donations from digital kulture and the food leftovers from evoke partyplace cleanup process. a most welcome surprise. a quick trip to ccc to drop off and pick up stuff and ultrasound finally had to get separated as we hit the asfalt on our way to frankfurt to drop some of knutzler's stuff on his apartment before going to portugal.
a couple showers and a hunt for the gatekeeper after, we stop for a last decent meal in germany, donner teller for 5e at some turkish place. leaving frankfurt by night gave us the happy blues. quite a warm feeling hard to describe in words.
and on we go to france listening to piano solos and jazz trios! it was around 3am, we were almost arriving to paris and i decided to just dose off while jeenio kpet driving. when i woke up, we were somewhere in the middle of france desperatly avoiding tolls and buying fresh bread from a bakery we spotted during a redlight stop in a small vila. i must say i truly appreciate the overwhelmingly peacefull sensation that the french countryside delivers during the dusk of the day, the dark and long trees and isolated villages give way to more rustic houses, small river creaks and the most amazing morning fog settling through thick wheat fields scattered occasionally amongst the forests. soon after our breakfast and filmmaker activities we started looking for a nice place to park for the night, it was already day time. we found a nice forest side-road to park and undisturbingly dose off for a few couple of hours.
waking up i was required to strongly and deeply fight my yearn to kickwake jeenio up whilst he carelessly and unknowingly snored loudly and joyfully as a world class opera snort-pig champion could only ever dream of being compared with; my dark side won and i let him sleep some more so he could rest properly before driving some more. i took a couple short strolls in the nice and open forest and wondered where all the food from the bakery had disapeared into. settling myself (or my stomach rather) with some more of that not-so-cold water we had and a couple few slices of bread.
soon enough we were back on the road fighting our way through toll-free france and meeting random portuguese drivers who hinted us with directions.
a few borders and gas stops later we finally arrive in spain, on our first pitstop there we get approached by a funny looking german trying desperatly to ask us if we spoke french. and we wondered why the bloody hell was he trying to ask portuguese people if they knew french using english language, as we later discovered it turns out spanish people dont know german, nor english, nor french for that matter; but the french language seems to be the closest he had been to maintain a successfull communication session with any spanish people living near this border with france, i guess beeing a german who can't speak spanish didn't help much. to cut a long story short, paul and irina joined our party on the quest to cross spain as they also seemed to require a lift to burgos. jeenio was happy to finally have a worthy (and more actively responsive) victim for his nonstop chatting, and i was happy i wasnt required to be the victim anymore so we both defnitly enjoyed the company and the talks that so successfully kept jeenio happily driving without feeling sleepy.
the whole crossing of spain is a particularly interesting chapter that, given the way the day slowly progressed as the hours ticked, from growing greatness into growing tragedy, it's best left for jeenio to describe later. on a reassurance note, no animals or plants were injured and/or horribly killed during this chapter of our journey, and i defnitly don't regret coming by car through this part of the trip one damn bit. on the contrary, all the misshaps of the spanish chapter of the trip only bring warmth, joy and laughter to my soul. ^^ sadly, i don't think jeenio shares my love for hazards. :) one thing is for sure, i'll defnitly never forget those amazing stars blinking in the sky that night. ^^ i wonder if wishing for same wish on two diferent shooting stars cancels its effect or not. i didnt want to be very greedy. :) i think i might have failed. :D
after dropping off the germans and many turns on the foggy dam road (its not a typo, there was litterally extremly thick fog and a real dam, looking gloomy and imponent with all the scattered lights blinking in the dark, facing the gorge of rock beside us) i soon grew tired of admiring the darkness and decided to dose off for a while, to ensure we wouldn't crash and burn while i was sleeping i instructed jeenio to just park when he felt tired instead of playing captain america with us, and he probably took offense to it since he insisted on re-assuring me had done exactly so (parked to sleep a few hours) the moment i appeared to be waking up. when i finally woke up i came to realize we aparently already where in Portugal since the roadsigns would now say "Porto Maia" and suddenly we were ascending the street where rup once lived and i used to go every once a month to get my hair cut short and spiky at the local barber. we turned the roundabout of the tribute to the flight pilots who crossed something which i can never quite recall what exactly (apparently it's the pacific), and arrived at good old praceta do colégio de gaia where i was required to take everything out of my bag looking for my keys before recalling i had placed them inside the glasses' box. we carried my stuff up, dumped it in the floor, i hugged jorge goodbye and sms'ed my parents a short "im alive and sleeping at home", and attempted to proceeded directly into that very same activity: it's a strange thing about comfortable old beds, after a month of separation they seem to feel alot more comfortable. i soon found myself disturbingly hugging my pillow and releasing a quite few sighs and purrs and damp moans, i then moaned and purred and purred and moaned some more, and contemplated how good and comfortable and warm and fuzzy and nice my own bed can feel, i soon purred and moaned and sigh'd and purred and moaned my way into dreamland.
i woke up to realize the tour wasn't quite over yet...
..and don't forget to come to inérciaDemoparty2005
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