I write this in the last half hour I have here at Silje's appartment. Kinda sad, really...
Anyway, Saturday was ok at Roskilde. Didn't do much during the day, then went to see Basement Jaxx, which was brilliant, then the Quantic Soul Orchestra which was good, and Fatboy Slim, which was alrightish.
Sunday kicked ass. I went out wandering again, and around 1ish got a text from Åsmund saying that we would be leaving early that night, straight after the concerts, rather than waiting to the morning. So I went back to camp and backed up, then went with Toshi and Jorund and a few others to see Santana, which I didn't thik was all that great. I wandered around and picked up a few souvenirs... couple of T-Shirts and a crazy hat. The I went with Toshi to stand in the queue for Muse, 2 hours before the concert started! We heard the whole of the Franz Ferdinand concert, but didn't get to see them as we were stood outside in the queue. Sounded good though. Muse was fantastic, untterly amazing. Fantabulous concert, and cos I was really close to the front, I got some reeeeeally good videos and photos. So I was happy.
We left in the end around 0130, and after 9 hours or so of driving through the cold Danish/Swedish/Norwegian night, got back home. Spent Monday struggling to stay awake, had dinner at Silje's parents place. Watched a lot of Futurama Season 5 too :D
Tuesday was spent lazing about... watched loads of Futurama, Braveheart, plus some Danish Snatch-style movie, the title of which translates to "Old men in new cars". Was a bit wierd, but fun :D
And now, it is Wednesday morning. My flight leaves in an hour and a half, and in 4 hours of so I'll be back in the UK after 5 weeks of fun filled happiness here in Norway. I've had a good time, but I'm glad I'm coming home. Still, I'll miss Norway. It rocks :D
Thanks so much to Silje for putting me up, and putting up with me. Even if I _did_ do all the washing/cleaning/cooking ;D I hope you'll keep good memories of the last few weeks. Like that trip to Gothenburg, and getting that lifering on the way back. Like laying on the top of a viking burial mound listening to Gun & Roses. Like fly-fishing in the rain in the middle of that lake at your cabin. LIke the cabin itself, full of beer, wine, warm fire and talk.
Thank you *hugs*
And now I get to go home, whoooppppeeeeeeeee!!! :D:D
Back into Canters around 1630 hopefully, after an evil 4 hour coach journey.