Last Monday it was + 10 C degrees outside. Nicely warm, damp and dark.
Today it is -12 C, crispy and white. Unfortunately I didn't see anything behind my frozen windscreen. But I knew it was all there: slippery pavements, blue skies, snowflakes on your lashes, taste of the wet mittens, kids' tongues stuck onto frozen metal.
No wonder we're on the Lonely Planet's "Go List" amongst Antarctica, Central Bulgaria, Northern Patagonia and Cornwall.
Whilst scraping on my screen I thought about my own Want to Go List and it's irritating impossibleness, but also the places where I had already been.
Like Isle of Thanet. What made me travel there when I was 14? Of course now, twenty years later, I know it really isn't an island like Isles of Scilly or Isle of Man.
But I have never been that good with directions and instead of Isle of Wight I ended up living in Ramsgate with my best friend Katarina, a butcher, Avon lady and two Swedish girls. [Hej Carin och Susanna, om du läser det, hälsningar!]
One day In Kent:
T. Fox: Oh, I'm so glad it's Sunday and we don't have to eat those horrible pastries.
[Every day our small Tupperware boxes were stuffed with small pastries filled with some brown, unidentified meat and gristle, which was stuck between the teeth and possibly made me vegetarian in the long run.]
Katarina: Do you know where Emma and Steven are?
T. Fox: No.
Katarina: So, let's have a feast! [opens the food cupboard]
T. Fox: Mmm... hungry...
Katarina: Do you want to eat Weetabix or Weetabix? We don't have any milk though.
The cupboards were empty. Jut half a box of Weetabix.
After five hungry hours we still had that half a box of Weetabix.
T. Fox: Have you got any money?
Katarina: Nothing left, I'm sorry.
T. Fox: I have just the amount for the t-shirt...
Katarina: You've got money, you little [censored]!
So, we took my money, went to the shop near the fish & chips, where I got a love letter from a shy school boy.
[Hello Simon, I saved your letter.]
We bought ten Twix bars and four bottles of Fanta, and I didn't have that pink "is that your banana in your pocket"- t-shirt, which might have been a good thing after all.
Now, twenty years later I know I should have invested in property.
Words in Finnish:
tuulilasi = a windscreen
ärsyttävä = irritating
matkustaa = to travel
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