The trip ended there. Essentially after the last of sea-shell snaps. Everybody knew it, and were making merry the way they should after a wonderful two day break, for old time's sake. The return jouney was scarier. As it was dark, and the new route had a good fifty kilometers more to drive, and our driver was a stepcloser to insanity by that time. It was also by that time it was evident that there was something funny going on with the mechanics of the car. Visibilty was low and cars fromoppsite direction appeared dangerously close behind the blinding glare of the headlights in thick fog. We grabbed on to our jackets against the sharp air. It was time for meto get slouch back and turn the music on. It was close to dawn when the first gleam of city lights appeared at the horizon.
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