It’s about a month since I got back from Paga. Haven’t touched a disc since. I guess I’m still in the wake of if all. Mixed practice today. Grass. Just not the same.. I entered Syndromes to the Polish Sandslash tournament in August, but since the connections was quite bad, I decided to pull the team out quite shortly after entering. Might go to Bull’s Fat Hat instead.
About leaving the Barge: Everyone did, but some came back. Al, Wolfie and Filip went to the Paga party at the pier. When that place closed, they went back to the Barge. When the Barge closed, they took a stroll on the beach towards the hotel, watching the sun rise. Plastered. When I woke up, I noticed that the other bed in the room still was unused from last night, and no one was in it. That meant that Filip either slept out side the door, in someone else’s room or just got lost. I was hoping for the second possibility. Coming down to the breakfast room, there was the the Three Musketeers, giggling along, and still very drunk. Ordered Filip to go pack since we had to leave for the train in 20-ish minutes.
Filip crashed into REM sleep quite fast, and the rest of us (me, Marcus and Ben) created a fort-like wall around
the young lad. I COULD post a pretty picture of a passed out Filip sleeping with his eyes half open, but instead, I’ll give you an example of beautiful Italian women at their best. The train was packed as usual. Got into a cab to take us to the airport in what felt like a major detour. I was expecting getting ripped off for sure, but when we arrived, the meter was at the same price as going into town the week before. Arriving at the airport, me, Marcus and Filip were quite early since we accompanied Ben for his earlier flight. The idiocrazy started when they wouldn’t let us drop our luggage off at the.. baggage drop. It didn’t open until two hours before boarding. What’s the use with a baggage drop if you can’t drop the baggage off..? Another hour or two waiting to board the airplane and another four hours at Schiphol, Amsterdam. I later found out that Marcus got hit by stomach problems and lost about two kilos in the same run. Can’t remember if I slept on the flight up north, but I was quite happy to be picked up in our car by my girlfriend, she’s nothing less than awesome.
From here on now I can’t really see me playing as much Ultimate as I did back in 2007, it’s all down hill from here. But hey, other stuff will pick up, I’m sure.
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Does this look promising or what?!? Yesterday it was sunny, 20 degrees Celsius and a light breeze in Rimini. What do the other forecasts say? It seems like most of the experts agree on possible showers on thursday afternoon and sunday. But let’s hope they’re wrong. I hope my third year at Paganello will be just as great as my first two, sporting a pale soon-to-be-reddish skin and a quite prominent baseball-cap tan.