Half Way And A Day

Yesterday was the half way mark in the trip. Exactly three months from when I arrived in London all those many days ago.

Actually, it´s gone by remarkably fast. And yet when I think back to Italy it seems both ages ago and like it was just yesterday. Part of being a backpacker I think. You exist in a timewarp bubble where the outside world barely has any influence. Days run into one another, time passes faster than a fat kid on candy then slows down to the time defying pace of a monotonous university lecture. And don´t even attempt to guess what day it is. It´s hard enough trying to remember the numeric date, let alone something so slippery as the verbal day name. (I personally like to invent new ones. Today for example, is "iwatcheddonnkiedarko" while yesterday was "estonianciderwillmakeyousick".)

Tomorrow I head out on the fast ferry to Helsinki. Technically I´m only going to be in the city for about 4 hours. Just long enough to hop off the boat, catch the half hour long bus to the airport, wiggle my way through customs, and get myself onto my darling "budget" airline to Berlin. Should be fun!