Kirkenes & ha det bra Norway

My final day in Norway. Armistice day. The significance of travelling to the United Kingdom on this day is not lost to me, and I carefully pin the poppies I'd purchased in Melbourne from an RSL volunteer on my new neck warmer thing. I pause at 11.11, Norwegian time, and express in silence my gratitude for the privileged life I enjoy. For the sacrifices generations before us made willingly for our country. For their fellow man. For our allies.

Gratitude is needed in spades today as my (self diagnosed) sinus infection threatens to truly take hold. I've slept most of the preceding 24 hours and fever held only at bay with nurofen / paracetamol. I really want my own bed. I'm torn between regret at attempting this journey, feeling sorry for myself, and being cross at me for my self-indulgence. I'm not a good patient.

I take the only viable option. For want of a more apt phrase on this day of remembrance, I soldier on and remind myself of my why. Why I chose this adventure in the first place and what I still have to learn. I review my travel itinerary again, and I'm excited once more for what is to come.

Still missing home. Still missing my family and friends. Though reminded I'm home in 4 weeks today, and I may never get this opportunity again. I'll do my best to savour the journey.

Ha det bra Norway.Weiterlesen