Day 8 – Last Plane Home 🇩🇪🇫🇮🇩🇰🇮🇹🇱🇹🇷🇸🛬🏡

By the time you are reading this, the Farmont group is waiting for their planes. We will have had gotten out of our rocking beds by a tune that has followed and waked us for the past journey. In no rush and no worry of cleaning up, we will’ve had our breakfast, chewing on yoghurt and honeyed granola and sipping coffee. The bus shuttle will have’d taken us to the airport – and that’s where we said our goodbyes. In little groups we would have walk out into our terminals, and then those groups would be further reduced to solitary tanned individuals waiting for their own flights. The last plane home is yet to arrive for any of us, but that is not on our minds.

By the time you’re reading this, we are already reminiscing about the last few days – the novel people we’ve met and gotten to know, the unfamiliar places we’ve explored and the new-found experiences that bloomed out the sea for us. The small rituals that developed naturally and by choice, the little moments we shared and the small details that wormed our way into out memories.

By the time you’re reading this, we’re opening our boarding passes and getting on the plane. Body-wise we will be heading home in the air, but a broken-off piece of us will forever stay affixed on the Marleen.

Thank you for following our journey, and we invite you to be the next to experience it.