It's it strange how the mind compresses time. When you are not feeling well, time takes forever to pass, on the other hand when times are good, there seems to be enough of it. I am in that place of there not being enough of it. Just over a week left here, well really, only a week. Can't count the day that I leave. And time seems as though it has taken a rocket ride, the days seem to fly by. I don't know if I mentioned before, but when I got to Kobenhaven, I wanted time to slow down, not accelerate. I am having such a wonderful time with Mikkel and his family.
The past few days I have laid in bed thinking about all that I have done on this adventure. I vividly recall my arrival in Kathmandu, all the sights, sounds, smells. My first taxi ride, first meal, first time using a squat toilet (and all that goes with that). For me recalling the first time that I really felt at home in Nepal is a memory that will never escape. The feeling of total contentment. That was when I got back from Pokhara, a week after I got out of the hospital, and at the complete opposite end of feelings I felt when I left Kathmandu. Right before I went to Pokhara, I wanted to go home, to end the trip. I hadn't slept well for four days, I had lost close to 5kg, hadn't had a "normal" bowel movement in quite some time, life was hell. But I remained, knowing that all the physical pain would pass, that in the end staying was the best option. And it was. Upon arriving back in Kathmandu from Pokhara the taxi drivers were playing extortionists, 500r for a taxi ride to Balaju. I negociated a resonable rate, and hopped in. Sitting in the back of the cab, on a bench seat with all the springs poking into my ass, I relaxed. As the taxi driver dodged animals, Tatas, tuk-tuks, cycylists, I took a deep breathe of the smog infested air, I was at home.
Now, here I am in Kobenhaven, a week away from actually going home. What will it be like? Obviously I am not the same person, but how will people react to that? In what ways will the change manifest it's self? I guess we'll have to wait until next week to find out.

I have survived!! Despite heavy setbacks early in the weekend, I lived. The wine tasting on Friday was a great time. Most of the wines were a little young, and some were downright awful. But much fun was had. I paid 60kroner for a glass of Joseph Phelps Insignia, I wanted Mikkel, Peter and Casper to taste a California Cab. Best wine I tasted that night. After the wine tasting we went back to Mikkel and Karen's apartment to regroup before heading off to a really nice club. This club was a bit of a "who's who" in Kobenhaven. It was fun to brush shoulders with the high society, but certainly not pay those prices for drinks. I bought a round of drinks (5) for 550 kroner. Now there are about 6 kroner in a dollar. SO 600k is $100. FIVE DRINKS for almost a hundred bucks. Damn. That night turned out to be particularly rough. When it ended at 4am, I had been going for almost 10hrs. When Mikkel called me that afternoon, I was barely alive. We headed off to the beach with Karen and her friend Liv. When we parked the car, I found a nice plant to donate my breakfast to. The rest of the day went much better. Well, most of it did. We went off to the Demark-Ukraine game at 7. Grabbed some dinner and our seats. ROW 8. Field level. I don't think that better seats existed. Lower down and you can't see the whole field, further up and, well, you're further up. We could hear the cursing, the punch of the shoes on the ball. Awesome. Denmark went up 1-0 early in the first half, but Ukraine came back to tie the game 1-1 mid way through the second half. The game ended with this score, sure I wanted Denmark to win, but really I wanted to see a good football match and I did. After that was the Tuborg Green Beats concert. Five DJ's doing house, techno, and drumb and base. Good stuff, music was a bit loud, but the beer was free thinks to Pernille and our free VIP passes. Again it was another night of the"who's who" of Kobenhaven. Drummers from this band, TV personalities, etc, OH! and Mikkel Thulin was there! Man that guy is cool.

Sobriety has left the building. I am AT the wine tasting, over 100 wines. Internet access to order wine. This begins the 36hrs of partying that is ahead of me. Pizza and beer, clubbing, futboll, clubbing. It will be the blur that will be the begining of the end.