I would walk 500 miles (or not)

I would lie if I told you that the best moment of todays hike from hell was something else jumping into the water afterwards (that by the way must have been at least 20 degrees celsius).

Although I did not really enjoy walking for what felt like an eternity with blisters on my feet, being so hot and exhausted that I was going to collapse any second, it was a really healthy experience.

What I did today showed me that in a way I can do anything if I tell myself to do it.

The last 500 metres of the walk, I did not have any power left at all, but I knew that if I sat down, I wouldn’t be able to make it.
Then I saw the miracle.
Water.
Sea.
I felt a slight breeze brush against my face, that was drenched in sunscreen and sweat, and I must say that it was the most beautiful breeze of my life.
With nothing but the knowledge of the sea being so close driving me further, I walked with new power. It was not a positive power, it was more like how a star will go brighter and bigger when it soon is time for it to die.

When I was on top of the sand dune, I took of my shoes and my socks. I did not care that I bursted and got sand in all the blisters.
On the way down I threw off my clothes, because, luckily, I was wearing my bikini underneath.

I just used the last breath I had to fall on my stomach into the water.
I could breathe now.

After relaxing in the water for a minute or so, I could actually see.

Of course, everything was just running around like Ussain Bolt setting the world record, but I now had a feeling of what was up and what was down.

I then saw that I almost threw my clothes on an old couple, solving crosswords in the sun.

The rest of my stay at the beach was probably the happiest beach visit I’ve had in my life.

This was also the first time I ever went into the Australian waters by my own will.

"Or I'll cave in"

I was sitting in the front of the bus, by myself since our seats were stolen. At least so I thought. Later I realized something really interesting. Why did it disturb me that somebody sat in a certain seat in the bus? It is not like we are assigned seats.
I think that it is an interesting phenomenon, and an amazing example of group psychology.

Let me explain what I mean. We choose our seats in the bus, and we are happy with them, and even if we are not happy with them, we will still accept where we are “supposed” to sit.
When somebody then comes along and then completely (from our point of view) comes and disturbs the order, we react strongly, since the person is not following the “rules”.

This made me feel ashamed that I wasn’t the one to disturb the peace and pattern that everybody was following, but then came to think of something. Do we really need to rebel all the time? And question everything? I mean, there is so many things in the world that are wrong, that sometimes I get tired of questioning. Especially since it is not really socially appreciated.
I mean, is it worth it?

“sqeeeeeeeeeek!” I was brutally grabbed out of my train of thoughts and deep philosophies when our ever so jolly global studies teacher (no names mentioned) “accidentally” held the microphone too close to the speaker so that it

We got out of the bus to head for todays adventures which was
*drumroll*
caves!

The caves were really beautiful and the guide had many interesting things to tell us. When they told us it was time to leave, it felt way to early, I felt like there was so much more to know.

One really interesting thing about the caves was when the guide turned the lights off.
It was completely black, you could not see anything at all. I imagine that is what it would be like to become blind after an accident.

The interesting part was how everybody reacted to this.
People couldn’t stay still, everybody had to touch each other, and people couldn’t be quiet.

I believe that the reason for this is the fact that humans are such control freaks. We need to know what is going on around us to be able to feel safe, and when we then loose one of our senses, we have to use what we have left.
Opening the door to the caves to get out was like being smashed in the head.
It was so bright, it was so warm, it was so humid, it was so loud, it was so..
much.

When you let your senses rest for a while, and then wake them up is a really strong experience.

I recommend for everybody to do that every once in while, just to get an understanding of how much we actually use our senses every day.

jag har inga ord för det för att vi andas, tänker, känner samma sak

Just nu sitter jag i rummet på ett jättemysigt motel med havsutsikt. Med en tekokare i rummet och såna där små förpackningar med H-mjölk i kylen har jag en lång stund för mig själv eftersom mina rumskompisar har gått på en promenad.

Det finns inget bättre sätt att äta frukost än hotellfrukost med några av sina bästa kompisar.

Det finns också få lektioner som är lika intressanta som att ha en expert på echidnor

berätta om sitt livs arbete med dem i deras naturliga habitat .

Att se en koala på vägen är häller inte så tråkigt.

Dock så är nog det bästa att bo utan vuxen i sitt rum och hoppa i sängen och bara let yourself go, have a total rampage med sin rumskompis till My Chemical Romances “Teenagers”.

Dock kan jag inte undgå från att tänka på alla er, mina svenska kompisar, hur gärna jag skulle vilja att ni upplevde och kunde dela all den här glädjen med er.

Ni vet inte hur mycket jag saknar er.

Idag satt jag nämligen på verandan och tittade ut över himlen när den ändrade färg.

Till Mandi - Tänk inte på framtiden, njut av nuet.

Till Nono - Fortsätt vara galen! Utan din flummighet skulle världen vara mycket gråare.

Till Ebbs - Bry dig inte om vad andra tycker om dig!

Till *no name mentioned* Fuck you (no grudges held).

Till alla andra _fantastiska, underbara och vackra människor (hihi Jäni jag tog dina ord)

Jag älskar er, jag saknar er så att mitt hjärta brister (Saga, Isak, Nora, Siri - listan skulle ta hundra tusen år och jag skulle ändå glömma någon)

Men ni vet vilka ni är. Ni vet att alla ord ni sagt att jag inte ska föra vidare stannar i min famn. Ni vet att alla minnen finns kvar hos mig, alla gånger vi tagit en fika, alla gånger vi har hängt i Vasaparken. Alla gånger vi har gått till Etiopiska kaféer vid st. Eriksplan

Alla gånger vi lyssnat på “It never rains on alex” tillsammans.

Alla gånger vi krossat tomater i väskan på Mando Diaos konsert.

Alla gånger vi spottat på bron till slottet (inga namn nämnda).

Alla gånger vi planerat att begå dramatiska självmord tillsammans med en lapp med våra kärastes namn i fickan, så att de skulle förstå hur mycket vi älskade dem.

Alla gånger vi har bakat cupcakes, eller lagat macaroni ‘n’ cheese över skype och misslyckats totalt.

Alla gånger vi förväntansfullt stått i kön till birkadiscot.

Alla gånger vi skrattat utan anledning.

Alla gånger jag insett att jag upskattar dig för precis den du är.