Life in Heathrow

I am sitting in Heathrow airport waiting for the last leg of my 32 hour trip back home. To tell you the truth, it has been much easier then what I thought. I am getting to the level of a professional traveler. How come ?? Well, I sorted my self with a couple of sleeping tablets, extra T shirt, deodorant, tooth brush, undies, socks, enough multimedia to keep Bill Gates happy and even that stupid looking inflatable neck rest… So yeah, after over a full day/night of traveling, I still feel fresh and don’t even smell that bad. I am in a bit of a daze, so this should be the perfect time to write more non-sense. And kill some time while doing it.

Now that I am almost at home, I guess it should be the time to rap up my experience. Well, that’s going to be so hard to do, but I will give it a shot. First of all, lets get rid of the business part of this issue. I managed to get something between 4 to 8 shops to stock Karhu. I’m saying between, because nothing is sure until it is really sure. But this is a pretty good start that I really don’t know how far and how rich it will initially make me. OK, that’s enough for business... Oh well, maybe just a little bit more. I still believe strongly in the brand and did start to really enjoy pushing them and spreading the word. Especially as things started to move and the reactions were so much more positive in Melbourne. I guess I learned that succeeding is more fun, then not succeeding. I am sure that only working on Karhu will not be enough to make a living, but I also like the idea of having enough time and motivation to run other businesses at the same time. I have also noticed that I am getting addicted to shoes and fashion, which I am not too happy about… I even remember having a dream of me walking down our street in Melbourne, with suit bags and other fashion gear on me. There were some random youngsters in one of the yards and when they noticed me they laughed out loud saying something like “oh look at that guy… he is in the FASHION INDUSTRY. Ha Ha Ho Ho Hu Hu” I remember feeling embarrassed in the dream… How strange and how real !

GODDAMN !!! All these hot women keep on walking pass me. Why does everybody dress up so nicely and put on so much make up and such tight clothes when they travel? It’s not like they are going to meet the man of their dreams at an airport or a flight… Except if he just happens to be the person who falls asleep and drawls on their shoulder... The chance of that happening can’t be worth wearing high heels and having thongs up their buttcrack on a 12 hour flight. Well, I really don’t mind women working so hard for our attention. Just as long as they don’t ask me to smell their thongs after… Hmmmmh, how the hell did I get here ???

OK, back to the real issue. Melbourne. How many good things I could say about that city and all the people that I met there. It was not luck that sent me to the apartment and to Paul, my flatmate. It was something stronger then that. I happened to love ALL of Paul’s friends, his cats, his music, his humor, his attitude, etc etc… I truly made some great new friends there and I know that Paul and his friends felt the same about me, so I felt at home all through my stay. I also know that I have all the help and support that I need, if I decide to head back there. This decision is to be made after I get back home, settle down again, work a bit, change some diapers etc etc… Lets put it this way…If I could have my family in Melbourne, then I would be there in no time! That’s the only thing that is holding me back.

OK, I am going to try to find a place where I can spend the last of my 3.6 pounds. I don’t think they sell anything that cheap over here. But lets try. I will continue one day. Probably not that soon though , as I am sure I will have SOOOO much to do when I get back home. Oh, I can’t wait !!!


OH ! don't forget to check out some new pictures from my go away party in Melbourne...