It's adventure time!

This is the story of how I took part in an archaeological dig.

Now, I'd be lying if I called this thing a "trip", because of a few things:

1. Too close to home

2. It was mandatory 

3. I didn't actually move from one place to another

But then again, who cares?

I mean who says I can't have a trip that is close to my home, it's not like it was in my backyard. A mind trip is also a trip. From another POV calling something 'mandatory' is just another choice we make. And I can't really argue with my last point, but 2/3 is good enough for me.

I woke up at 5 am every morning, or should I say every night. Only the light of the street lamps had shone through my bedroom window.

They say (some awful people) that you get used to it, but I still doubt it. After finishing my morning routine (brushing my bladder and draining my teeth)  I went out to the balcony where my trousers were hung to dry. I washed my trousers by hand every night before I went to sleep, and they were usually clean and dry by the next morning. Quickly going back inside, because it is cold outside, I went to make myself a cup of Yorkshire tea with a teaspoon of sugar. Hoping that the caffeine and sugar will stir my senses. 

I drank the cup next to my desk whilst checking my emails and such, mostly just staring at the blank screen in front of me.

I've tried catching a few more zzzzz on the ride to the excavation site (30 mins) but due to all the turns and stops on the way it was almost impossible. One time we had to make a long (extra 20 mins) detour because of a roadblock due to an army exercise, boy was I glad. Usually we got to the site just in time to help haul buckets of muddy waters (not the musician) from the excavation area back into the river.

to be continued....