Free days are really...what? ... nice?!
Working hard everyday requires from time to time a timeout- sleeping as long as you want, relaxation, breaking out of the daily routine and maybe going elsewhere just to feed the brain with new impressions and ideas. Yess, that is definitely nice and necessary, but most of the time free days are kind of boring. Once been to Ruka, twice been to Kuusamo I had already seen everything one could visit in the closer surroundings. And than? My books are read, I watched so many films and stupid American tv-series in the last weeks that for the first time I would be easily able to participate in this ridiculous discussions about characters, stupid jokes and mainstream films I was always so bored of. On party always someone comes up with that kind of topic...But anyways... Brainwashing ?Dulling the mind? Probably. But I guess if one is just bored enough it helps to forget about the boredom...
|Four Winds hat|
The 13th of February was a painful day for our Miss Sunshine. She was bothered by a uncomfortable headache. It must have been really terrible, because after the feeding she just fall asleep on wooden, really hard bench in the guide room- much to the delight of us trainees. It was stressy for most of us. I had to work with 6 sledges-freeing them of their harnesses by my own. I had to hurry, the next group was about to arrive. Actually it should be no big deal to do that on my own, but I was tired and daydreaming a bit. Trying to move one team a bit forward, as I have done at least 50 times in this month without problems, I lost the team and rolled into a snowbank. I was suddenly awake. I was working the whole time alone, but obviously in that moment I had a really amused public. He got my sledge and laughed with me.
But it was not the last time I ended up in the snow that day...Just an hour later I found myself in the embarrassing situation to grind on my belly and legs over the snowy trail holding tight the sledge with my hands and trying desperately to bring my feet back on the runners. 100 meters further my pants and shoes were full of snow, my arms having carried my whole weigh seemed to be 1 meter longer and I had to be rescued. I finally let the sledge go falling in the soft snow right in front of Miss Sunshine, who laugh with special delight about my somehow unusual way to ride. I guess I made her day!
|Sarpik & half of Mimosa|