Wedding, World Cup and Wound the World Twavel... travel blog

Next thing I know, Guus is shaking the tent and yelling at me to wake up as we are leaving soon back to Venlo. I'm just glad I made it home, I have no recollection of leaving the Bar or the walk home or even the last however long we were at the bar.

The drive home wasnt too bad, I couldnt keep my eyes open so slept most of the way to Paris and then the last hour too so that was ok. We arrived home about 12:30am and went straight to bed as we had to work the next day building Parkfeeste with Guus's Uncle.

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