He was the highway

20:09

It feels like a long flight, although it isn’t. My legs are still numb. I mean I sit at work for about the same amount of time as well, but at least I get to walk around. Trouble sleeping, but I did nap for a couple of hours followed by two movies – neck’s sore now.

Don’t know if I can go back to sleep. The teenager behind me is playing games on the monitor, which is also my headrest. Imagine someone tapping you awake for hours, except that you are awake, but they won’t stop. And the breath of the old man next to me smells of stale wine.

On planes I’m always near babies, always. Just like at concerts I have 6″3 people in front of me. No further comments on that. My nausea has gone, though. But I’ve been eating too much bread. My wrist is still sore – never bend your wrist when you throw a hook. I need to meditate.

 

08:56

London – I feel like home again, although I haven’t lived here since 2013. Not much has changed to be honest; the train system’s all the same.

I didn’t get my trifle in the end, because I forgot it has cream on top, if you buy it from the shop. I have no Lactaid and perhaps I shouldn’t have a trifle for breakfast, either. I’ve had too much bread in the last 12 hours, too. Hope I remember my way around. I never really hung in London Victoria. Gonna make my way to Barbican and then Waterloo. Craving yoga. And sleep. Hungry, too.

I’m flattered that London is greeting me with sunshine, while Calgary marked my departure with bleakness and rain.

 

16:59

I’m on the Gatwick Express back to the airport. So that’s almost eight hours gone and I don’t remember when I last slept, not to mention what day it is. I managed to catch up with some friends, but unfortunately we didn’t have much time. No one could believe that it has almost been four years. And to be honest London hasn’t changed: Pret A Manger is still across the road from Costa at Barbican and Southbank still has all these fancy restaurants. They seem to have added more and more glass buildings, which just look ugly when juxtaposed against the one hundred year old architecture made of bricks.

I’ve had two coffees, too many snacks, but constantly feeling hungry. Tiredness is kicking in for sure.

 

18:52

On easyJet, less than two hours before home. Can’t describe how knackered I am. In the last twenty hours or so I’ve only seen daylight. My body is nudging me, saying something’s not right. My ears are so blocked, I can barely hear a thing.

At Gatwick airport I found out that Chris Cornell had died; I couldn’t believe it. He had a perfect voice and mystical green eyes. Seeing Audioslave was on my wish list, too. However, I am grateful for having seen Soundgarden four times (three times with NIN and once at the Hard Rock fest in London). Rest in peace, Chris. You had your reasons. The last time an inspirational celebrity died while I was travelling was Robin Williams. I was crying at the airport in Phoenix. But I’m not going to talk about suicide.

 

20:01

It’s raining in Hamburg. It did in London as well just as I was leaving. The rain got through the hole of one of my shoes – you saw that hole. And no, I am not getting rid of them.

Just realised that I’ve missed the maritime climate. The land takes longer to warm up and needs longer to cool down. For me that’s a form of stability.

Sun is setting in Hamburg.

 

01:42

OK, it’s officially Friday and I believe I left Calgary exactly twenty-seven hours ago, but it feels longer than that. If there is one thing I need to do now it is sleep.

One Response to “He was the highway”

  1. Paula says:

    Update: According to my sis we saw Audioslave at Hurricane Festival in 2005.

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