My feet rest on a basketball that are moving with the rytm of the ground we are passing. My head is bumping into the cold window. Heavy eyes are closing to all the songs that I don’t know the lyrics on. Suddenly a well known melody starts playing. My eyes open dramatically. They are wide awake now, and I start singing. Without any shame at all I am turning into that annoying 7 year old that allways had a song to sing. The one that walked around the playground always screaming the tones of one of the pop classics from the radio. It is in the midle of the night. The clock has passed 3 am, and the red truck is bumping towards a beach-house further south. I am not to concerned about the fact that I don’t really know these people very well. All filters are gone. I just want to sing.
Tribe retreat is when the leader is in youth get together to spend a weekend without sleep. For those who know me, you also know; that is when my head turn into cake. » I am excited to see how my mood is on Monday. Probably not the best. But this will be fun. I have heard that the beaches are beautiful. Lets go»
Weeks ago, but I never posted these pictures. Now I look back and miss the heat from summer. You might laugh at me telling you that Australian winter is freezing. We are not even there, but I sleep with two hot-waterbotles, 2 duvets and a blanket at night. All well tucked around my fleece pyjamas. You said Norwegian winter was cold? You have no idea.
My camera officially died on this trip. My good friend for a whole lot of blog-posts. These are the last pictures it took. Well. At least I thought so. I have no idea what happened. It took two weeks before my camera somehow, started working again. Anyone who have experienced anything like it before?