Yesterday, after a killer weekend I was searching the net, looking for potential cheap fares for Europe. I found out that flying from Martinique to Paris is the cheapest and I found out before, that a last minute flight is not really that much cheaper. I would need a good thousand € to get my ass back home and with that cold back there is not tempting at all. But, while shuffling the flight companies pages I find a dirt cheap flight, that is even cheaper as a return ticket. Check Ryanair from Paris to Venice, 10 + baggage&taxes 30 and something. I got a ticket and without thinking much about it I call my mom to tell the news. "I'll be home the day after tomorrow, can you pick me up?" Her answer was: "Are you nuts?! You know about the temperature here?" and a lot of caring mother concerns after that.
It seems my body is going to undertake the ultimate challenge. I won't say it. But I'm aware of that.
So, it seems the jungle will have to wait till my return flight, 16th of November.
It seems my body is going to undertake the ultimate challenge. I won't say it. But I'm aware of that.
So, it seems the jungle will have to wait till my return flight, 16th of November.
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