rescued by the norwegians!
excerpt from an email to carolyn:
god, i really love norway right now. their boat was the most godawfully skanky automobile-transport thing ever, full of flies and families with far too many children and only 4 fucking bathrooms for the hundreds and hundreds of us, but us students climbed to the top deck (the families seemed more interested in staying below in the hold, god only knows why...) and once we got underway the flies blew away and the stars came out (it was like camping, even darker) and someone had brought some scotch, and there was no music but i was just like GUYS! I FEEL LIKE DANCING! and pretty much everyone agreed that they could have danced for happiness but were too fucking tired, and I passed out on a crate of something or other, and woke up to see the sun rising on one side and the pretty lights of Cyprus coming up on the other, and i brushed my teeth over the side of the boat, next to an old man who was doing dawn prayer, using a plastic bag in lieu of a prayer rug.
god, i really love norway right now. their boat was the most godawfully skanky automobile-transport thing ever, full of flies and families with far too many children and only 4 fucking bathrooms for the hundreds and hundreds of us, but us students climbed to the top deck (the families seemed more interested in staying below in the hold, god only knows why...) and once we got underway the flies blew away and the stars came out (it was like camping, even darker) and someone had brought some scotch, and there was no music but i was just like GUYS! I FEEL LIKE DANCING! and pretty much everyone agreed that they could have danced for happiness but were too fucking tired, and I passed out on a crate of something or other, and woke up to see the sun rising on one side and the pretty lights of Cyprus coming up on the other, and i brushed my teeth over the side of the boat, next to an old man who was doing dawn prayer, using a plastic bag in lieu of a prayer rug.