Time to go

Uhhh, i was planning to write about some health issues, that i faced about a month before my scheduled departure, but it got so god damn borging, so i'll save you from the stupid whining and fast forward...

Okay, and here we go: last day at work. There's a small storm of emotions inside of me and it's hard to keep my head together. Other side of me is scared of letting go of the routines of working week, but other side has been gliding somewhere far far away for a good while already. Now it's time to prepare myself, for there's just five more days 'til my departure. Time to pack my bag and head East. It's time to bring my oatporridge diet to a close. I did it, i f**kin' did it!!!

During the past year i've turned down so many tempting proposals, that i don't even want to count. So many long nights at pubs, trips to India, Myanmar, Roskilde and what else... Well, i guess i don't have to worry about it anymore. Now i can lean back, close my eyes and enjoy. Just a couple of days and i'll begin my trip to Asia. How long i will travel or exactly where to, i don't know yet. I have three visas in my passport, that's a good start. But one thing's certain: i try to avoid flying.

The next five days will be full of nervousness, so i decided to leave the city and head to our summercabin with my friend. Three days of relaxin'. Good company, good food, some beer and sauna. What a great weekend. I'm so going to miss this place.

When i got back home, the stress really caught me. I was unable to do anything. I didn't want to go anywhere, check if i have my stuff ready for packing... Nothing. For few days i was searching for safe haven in the middle of storm within. I finally was able to check my gear before my leave-do, and pack my bag afterwards.

Leave do was great. There was about 15 of us in Magneetti, my former hangout. I played few games of bawo, had some beers, but after three jugs of Sangria... Well, i dunno, it all got a bit blurry. It was great to see all those happy faces for the last time before i left. I'm gonna miss you all so much.

In the morning i didn't feel like eating breakfast. Even yoghurt was hard to swallow. I raised my backpack, not to adjust it or to realize it's too heavy, and i need to leave something, but to actually begin my long awaited trip. What a feeling, i'm tellin' ya. Uhhh....

My mother took me to trainstation. It was amazing to look all the people running, while i was in no hurry at all. Now i have time for myself. A lot of time. I did some last minute purchases (dictionary and towel) exchanged money and headed towards Kamppi. It really didn't ask for a great effort to find where the minibuses to St. Petersburg leave, when one's carrying a rucksack. There was a lady tugging my sleeve immediatly when i was approaching Narinkkatori. Her first price was 25 euros, i used the international code of haggling, i raised a petrified grin on my face, inhaled between my teeth and started to turn my head back and forth. Price dropped immediatly to 20 and then to 15 euros. Good enough.

There were two minibuses, it seemed like the first one was full of finnish backpackers, first they were putting me in it, but when the lady said something about 15 (yeah, that's about how good my russian is) they guided me to the second van, which was full of young russians. Our set off. We rolled along Mannerheimintie, turned to Helsinginkatu, where i got my final glance of lovely Kallio. On Sturenkatu i inhaled the sweet scent of coffee for the last time and then we were on the highway and on our to Russia. I had no one to talk to, so i took advantage of the six hour drivetime and learned the cyrillic alphabet.

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Part of trip: Time of My Life

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