In pieces, although I know I should start with the trip, not the events just before, buuuuut I must say this is worth it…

So, i´m always late, even if only by a couple of minutes, to make sure, and to see Fernando before I leave, just in case he decides to leave before me, we decided to have breakfast, he invited Ivan and we ran into Pili; note: I finished packing (for the 5th time) around 9, meaning I did not get a lot of sleep the nite before. So breakfast a.k.a large coffee and chat consumed an hour. I went to meet Eva and Sebastian, much to our surprise, he was late; so we ran around a but, getting something to eat on the bus, a bit of vodka and so on… Ivan was trying to make sure we don´t die up there and Pili was laughing her as off because Eva packed a skirt. Time passed on and we went for the bus, Sebastian still not answering his phone and I was already nervous, Fernando made a final run for the late rendezvous point and still nothing. we got on the bus and well, nerves were starting to act up, specially mine, I could see Eva was worried, but I was already having some kind of mental storming. We started calling people, just to see if anyone new where he lives, and much to our surprise, no one did.

Half an hour later, at least 12 calls (to his phone only) and having alerted the biggest part of the 141, I was already sure, well, almost sure that he had an accident. Really, something about biking at nite and he was in the hospital and since he carries no I.D. and so on so forth… My mind was wild. Once again, I´d like to stress the point that is not in his nature to be late, to make you worry or anything like it, after all he is half swiss, clockwork mechanism that never fails! Two hours on the road I got a call from Oscar, whom I tend to call in times of despair for some unknown reason: he overslept, he was home, safe and sleepy. As soon as the news sank in, we were chatting again happily and soon dozed off to a quite sleep.

I was very very VERY worried. To the point of not knowing if to hug him, slap him or scream at him when we met at Oslo´s central station. truth is my mind is full of worst case scenarios and the like, still, a remainder of all the things that can go wrong is NOT nice at the beginning of a trip. Specially with something going on with the “reliable” part of the team

Actually, I cannot remember if i hit him or not. But I really wanted to. I still might.