Sokkidest...

Harra Sokk istus kapiriiulil ja sygas varvast. Ilus see kapp ei olnud. Lihtne, puidust kokku klopsitud kapikolakas, mis toenaoliselt saaskede roomuks oli tumepunaseks voobatud. Meelega voi mitte, aga neile pinisevatele lendkurjamitele see varv meeldis, miks muidu oli Harra Sokk varbasygamisega nii ametis, et ei pannud tahele isegi Proua Soki vestlust tumesiniste spordisokikaksikutega. Nagu harilikult, oli vestlusteemaks sokielu praktiline pool- nimelt olid spordisokikaksikud veendunud, et nende tumesinine varv annab neile paevade sisukuses eelise. Proua Sokk pyydis yha valjenevat vaidlust veidi vaigistada. Tal oli liiga selgelt meeles, kuidas viimases vaidluses Harra Sokk endast nii valja laks, et suutis ennast kaugesse kapinurga pimedusse ara peita ja Proua Soki pani see silmitsi seisma tosiasjaga, et ta oli araviskamise aarel, sest kellel ikka vaid yht sokki vaja on. Tookord koperdas Harra Sokk siiski oma peiduurkast valja, aga porises veel ka peale kahenadalast enese varjamist, et ebaoiglane on lahterdada sokke edukateks ja kasututeks vaid nende varvi pohjal. See polevat ikkagi ei habiasi ega kellegi syy, et nende peres on juba mitmendat polve maaravaks heleda alatooniga niit. Lisaks oli ta lausa uhke oma punase lepatriinukaunistuse yle sookisaares, mis just tanu tema hele-helerohelisele varvile nii kaunilt sarama loi. Harra Sokk raakis oma tusatujus alati viisil, nagu oleks oma ylaserva kummi alla neelanud ja see tegi kone pisut pingutatuks.
Proua Sokk ei soovinud oma mehe peitusemange enam kaasa teha ega oma eluga riskida ning ta otsustas kasutada hadavalet ja ytles spordisokikaksikutele, et tal on juustupirukas ahjus ja tunneb juba korbelohna ning lipsas oma kapipoolele tagasi, tommates kilekotiukse kindlalt enda jarel kinni.

Just no two-wheelers

Getting to Bornholm, my next home, was rather entertaining. Getting up at some strange hour, dad drove me to the airport. Regardless the weather the flight was on time- they probably really are used to everything in Estonia. Reaching Copenhagen at 7.20- just the time to go to work and me? I was just blessed with sunshine, some snow and mild minus degrees and a full day in one of my favourite cities in the world. I took train to central and I could even put my luggage to the central stations luggage store and off to town went to hunt for some breakfast as believe it or not, i wasn't really up for breakfast at 4am. 9am was much better for that.
I could find the bus to Bornholm with no special struggle and by that time i was already so sleepy i was sleeping through the whole trip to Ystad in Sweden to take the ferry to Bornholm. Fruit smoothie on the ferry and i felt half awake again. At least awake enough to continue reading my book which caused strange faces on the ferry as it is probably not a custom that one girl sits in the corner and laughs on her own. I felt great.
As it had been snowing on Bornholm the whole day the headmistress asked me to take a taxi as she didn't want to drive. So the last bit of a transport was a taxi with a very nice and talkative driver.
In one day- car, plane, train, bus, ferry and taxi- i just missed a bicycle or something. What a mistake!

No change in my life style- just in the name of the country(ies)

Guess what... a year has passed and all the travelling from Malawi to UK, working in UK, being at home for long summer holiday, visiting Latvia, working in UK again and leaving my work there with all the juicy tiny bits, happenings and disasters haven't been written down... My deepest apologies to Liina and her sister! Others of course as well...
Guess what 2... I'm packing again. This time my travel takes me so nearby and for such a short time that I was even considering not to change my profile country in Orkut- then again, maybe I will, as nobody likes liars. If I only knew which country does it state right now. I will check that out later.
To the business- I'm going to Denmark (an island called Bornholm) for 4 months, starting my trip at a most convenient hour- 4.30 am tomorrow- to go to an art school. It will be a bit a of a change to my vans, trucks, buses, forklifts, containers, fan belts and all the beautiful machine park I tried to manage in Newcastle/Durham.
So this 4 months will make me a calm, sensible, creative, stable person that stops wandering around the world, gets a bank loan with all the rest and spends rest of the life paying it back. Hey, I got carried away plus having an issue with lies again, but I can't really correct my mistakes now as I have to packmy suitcase AGAIN.

Happy new year!

So, it came. Like it or not, but it is here. Year 2009. I look forward to many changes in my life (not that I haven't had changes before.. khmmmm) and some solutions to problems that 2008 gave me.

But how did it come? It came in Malawi, in Chilangoma. We were 3 of us. 3 girls, sleepy, lazy to even cook something nice and we decided to spend the evening watching movies, not falling asleep and 12:01 go to bed. Terrible, huh. One girl said a very funny statement. "Girls, here we are... with our men far away or in malaria, celebrating the year-change with 5 candies and a bottle of water". That's how it was, only we went to bed later as the movie was so good we decided to watch it until the end. By that time I wasn't sleepy at all, so I was reading and thinking in my bed. Very different from my usual celebration, but for sure I will remember it well. And these were very good candies if somebody has doubt about our menu!

Return of the sock (check september posts)

So, it will be very short, but just a couple of days ago when it was raining cats and dogs and went from kitchen to fill the kettle as i longed for a nice cup of tea, i noticed something lying on the ground. I went closer and as it was getting dark, I bent down to see better. Believe it or not, but it was the sock that went missing in September. It looked terrible- muddy and had lost its colour in many places... but it had returned! So I laughed, washed it and put it next to the other one... I still can't believe it, but things just happen...

Feeling for Rain

Rain is something that you can feel from the smell that it is coming. And sometimes hours before it actually hits the ground at the place of your stay. Sometimes you can only smell it is raining in village nearby, but it doesn't necessarily reach Chilangoma.

But sometimes the smellis enough to clear the hot-hot air. Sometimes it only shows lightning, specially beautiful at night. Completely quiet, just flashes all over the sky in different colors. Specially useful when you need to run to toilet in the night-darkness :)

Yesterdays rain made the air look white, the strength it was hitting the ground with was so strong that the soil was in the air. Amazing. yeah, well, it also brought hundreds of bugs after rain. So we decided to spend the evening in the darknessas light would attract the animal farm immediately. We escaped from most of the beasts, just when lying in bed,we heard a very low buzzing and one enormous bug was flying around in our room. We were so happy that we had mosquito nets, pure heaven,otherwise we couldn't really sleep at all. Too many animals around. As Pri said- Sista, this is too much Africa!

Mulanje magic

It will probably be just a short description of my absolutely top moments here until now! Pri and I went to Mulanje Massif for 3 days and after that I have it so often in my head. It was so beautiful. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. We climbed 1500 meters on the first day, later on it appeared that our guide took us up from the most difficult path and difficult it was. Very steep and rocky, but so amazingly beautiful that it haunts me. I willgo back for Christmas for 10 days to stay in one of the mountain huts, enjoy fire in fireplace, cooler climate and talks and walks with Pri. Away from work, away from college campus, away from towns, markets, to enjoy the peace and beauty of this mountain. If the weather allowes, I'd like to go to the top as well, 3002m, but it depends on rainfalls. If it is too heavy, it gets too slippery.

It was amazing how different is every single side of the massif. We passed tea plantations, grasslands, rocky plateus, forests, waterfalls etc. There is everything. It was like being in the movie Lion King. We named one piece land of Scar, one land of Hyenas and one Land of Simba and we were singing songs from that movie, passing all these places. And we had to face the fact that during that trip we were on the very bottom of the food-chain...as we stayed one extra day that we didn't calculate in and our last breakfast consisted of a tin of tuna for both and a glass of milk. Very nutritious. By evening we could only see food everywhere.

But we got back nicely and we are looking very much forward to go up for 10 days during Christmas.