By Martin Westra,
After having a good nights sleep and a breakfast at the Subway some people go their own way. Some of them take the train to New York and others go to Owasco to rent a giant transportation unit to go further by themselves, further into the wide world. There also is a group which goes back home.
That is the group I also belong to. I’m not going home because I’m homesick, not at all. So I think I will return once, because it is certainly is worth it.
Today is a day full of looking back at all the nice activities like rafting, mountain biking and tree climbing.
With a group of seven we go back to Holland. We were delivered to the airport by two limo’s because that was cheaper than the direct bus. Ah well, if we really need to travel by limo’s I won’t refuse. After an exciting drive with some sort of Champ Car driver we arrive at the airport and we can check in our luggage. Every one’s luggage is too heavy. Weird. After some swearing and shouting and paying we head towards the airplane. While waiting a few hours we check out and exchange all the pictures we made to have some more memory providing material of our unforgettable journey in Canada.
When we are finally allowed to enter the airplane we only have to fly eight hours and when we get out of the plane the time is fourteen hours later than when we got in.
Ah well, and then the normal life starts again with the Dutch trains and with the people with a Twentsch dialect.