And here's part two of my seven day journey. I'm gonna keep it bullet point style, else I'd have to write a friggin' novel. All of the following by the way without once having inhaled THC induced smoke. This better not mean I'm 'growing up' or something...

• Late arrival. Blow up difficulties. Midnight talkin'.
• Extended breakfast. Strolling through the capital. Pillow fighting. German-spanish conversations. Lots of vodka. Empty club tristesse. Full club fun. Cheap beer and cigarettes. Neck-breaking beats. Almost neck-breaking bike ride home.
• Lazy sunday at the park. Partially cloudy. KFC. TV. Sushi, mmmh.
• Den Haag, take one. Seeing familiar faces. Courtyard chilling. Café chilling. Screen print room chilling. Seemingly nothing has changed. Reminiscing. Long ride home. Korean noodles from back in the days.
• Rotterdam, here I come. Two broken headphones. %$&@!. Cruisin' through town on small bicycles. Hideous accumulation of architecture. Coke and apple pie. Bad case of cat allergy (first time). Wine at Cécile's. Beers at De Witte Aap. Intimate details. Short night.
• Slow start. Dark grey skies and rain. Wine hunting in miserable conditions. Miscommunication. Long walks on empty roads. Tired. Improvised franconian dinner – the Sauerkraut didn't go well. Comedy channel.
• Den Haag, take two. More familiar faces. Cutting prints. Folding prints. Carrying loads of cardboard. Sense of creative energy. Sense of 'stuff happening'. Sense of belonging. Feeling like I've never left. Short good-byes. Even shorter good-byes. In a rush. Creepy KLM check-in. Back in Oslo. Happy? I don't know.

Thank you Saskia, Cécile, Siebe, Ben, Claudia, Rebecca, Kate, Hae-Won, Fleur, Gauke, Barbara, Susan, Dylan and a couple more for the hospitality, the long conversations as well as the short encounters, the drunkeness and the many laughs. Really hope to be back soon...

Back from NL with the first of two updates. While over there, Saskia and me attended the World Pillow Fight Day in Amsterdam last Saturday. Even though we didn't participate due to lack of pillows and urge to rather take pictures, it was still loads of fun :D Fifteen minutes prior to the start it didn't look like much was gonna go down, so few people had shown up until then. But then pillow fighters from all over gradually sneaked in and made for a feathery mayhem – see for yourself. Next time I'm definitely joining the action...