Hoi iedereen,
Ik ben weer in Bangor. Omdat je via het geschreven woord niet alle emoties achter een statement als 'Ik ben weer in Bangor' kan weergeven, zal ik deze zin wat uitgebreider herhalen.
Eindelijk, na een ontzettend -dat-wil-ik-nooit-meer- lange reis inclusief verkeerde trein, op één na laatste trein nétnétnét gemist en 2 uur lang wachten in een klein kantoor met 2 aangeschoten mannen uit Bangor die ons aan bleven staren terwijl wij heel hard Nederlands spraken en ga zo maar verder, ben ik dan eindelijk, finalement, finally, nu dan toch eindelijk in Bangor.
Voor het vak Showing and Telling moest ik weer een gedicht schrijven, en dat heb ik dit keer over mijn reis-ervaring van gisteren gedaan.
Hieronder het resultaat, het zal wel genoeg zeggen over hoe eindeloos gisteren voor mij en Ingrid leek.
Back to Bangor
On an island
Playing games with my parents
Joking around with my brother
My dog on my lap
I was back
Back from Bangor
In a car
My dad driving
Tears welling up
One last wave to my dog, mother
brother
I have to go back
Back to Bangor
On a boat
Almost capsizing
Well not really
Feels like it though
My breakfast turning
In my stomach
I’m going back
Back to Bangor
In a bus
There was no train
So I’m in a bus
My suitcase next to me
Thoughts in between the island
And my final destination
I’m on my way back
Back to Bangor
In a train
I’m sitting next to the window
The Frisian landscape passing me by
Already thinking about my classes
It’s like I’m almost back
Back in Bangor
In another train
Going further East
At least I’m almost no longer
alone
At the last station I’ll meet my friend
Who’s also going back
Back to Bangor
In another car
On our way to my friend’s house
We talk about our week
As if we haven’t seen each other
In ages
Plenty of time to catch up
As we’re heading back
Back to Bangor
In another car
This time to the airport
Leaving the Netherlands
Entering Germany
We’re already talking about
Christmas
But first we have to go back
Back to Bangor
In a plane
Flying over land and some water
Crappy music
Robot-like safety-instructions
Not interested in their offers
Just let us go back
Back to Bangor
In another train
This time a British one
Have to get out at Piccadilly
Where we have to catch, yet again
Another train
Eyes start to droop
Yawns start to come
As we go back
Back to Bangor
In another train
But we don’t know yet
That it’s the wrong one
Apparently you cannot trust
Signs on platforms
Guess we’re heading towards Liverpool
And not back
Back to Bangor
In a metro
Speeding towards Chester
Cursing British railways
In the Netherlands, we have it better
Wait, that’s not entirely true
But it feels like it now
Now it takes us way too long
To get back
Back to Bangor
In another bus
No train
Again
Words fail
To describe
How tired
We both are
As we’re almost back
Back in Bangor
In our last train
After waiting
Two hours
In a cold station
With two drunk men
For company
We don’t see
The sea
But we’re almost, yes almost back
Back in Bangor
In my bed
I left my other one
21 hours ago
After 3 cars
2 buses
1 plane
5 trains
1 metro
And 1 boat
I’m finally back
Back in Bangor
Groetjes en liefs,
Henrike
