Mols, Fairytale masquerade and The detox

We have been away on the Danish countryside to prepare ourselves for the upcoming trip to Vancouver. We were staying in a place called Mols, and it was like being a child again, being away on camp. Sleeping 15 people in each room, preparing dinners and eating together. Sixty pair of muddy shoos laying in the hall. What we did was talking about our fears, and making a movie out of hit, called Hellpost. We also did a dream movie, where we turned the fears into success factors instead. Everything to strengthen the band between us in the team. On the evening the first night, we sang karaoke. Even me, even though I hate it. I was not in the position to refuse since I had 25 drunken and screaming team mates around me. Believe me when I say I was happy when the last person stopped singing four a clock in the morning.

Last Friday team 11 had arranged a party for us. A true fairytale party. Were we danced line dance, put up a tent in the middle of the dance floor, broke a window and a table, in other words had a lot of fun. People were dressed in all kinds of costumes. Prince and princesses, Peter Pan, Cruella DeVille and Tinkerbelle was a favourite, even among the boys. It was a lot of Mexican wrestlers, in true Nacho Libre spirit, me among others.



This Saturday I did a detox at The Yoga House here in Århus. Together with a few friends from class, we all went there to drink six litres of salt water, after that puking and finishing up by cleaning our nose with a strange nose cleaner. In other words, we paid 350 kroners to shit together in a group. And believe me, you peed with your as, so to speak. Strange. Sometimes here in Århus you’re not your fully you anymore and sometimes you fall for the Danish hippie crap stuff.