I was getting off the underground with about 30 minutes to spare before I had to take another one to get back to my place, thinking I'd have time to go with Johan Landgren to his place and discuss music. We talked about Ayreon and how composers should be able to use the same effect/riff in more than one song without being castigated.
I was going on the last underground in London for the night and was worried that I'd forgotten my backpack. I found it between my legs and made it out of the final station, together with Jonathan and a few other USJ colleagues. They left their bike lamps on the ground claiming they didn't need them at this hour. I peeked out and saw that the sun was indeed going up. Still, I figured I might as well bring one of those lamps.
Good thing I did, for when I started pedaling I noticed that it was darker than I thought. I was going along what seemed like a railroad track and up a hill of thick gravel/rocks like the ones they use along railways. My bike wheels wanted to get stuck, but I pedalled on and attached the lamp. It was first shining with a yellow colour, so I had to press it again to use a white light.
Well over the hill the railroad track was changed for planks over water, and we were going alongside what seemed to be a big lake. There was a festival going on, so there were a lot of people going the other way. One of them was a small, dark-skinned boy and Oprah Winfrey came to interview him. For some reason, she (with a fair bit of regret, I should add), decided that he had to die. She began twisting his neck, but it was rubber-like. I had to try as well but the boy didn't mind and proudly said that he was the chieftain of some tribe. Oprah was very impressed by this and decided that he didn't have to die, after all. We ventured over a small wall along the plankway, this also decorated with bright cloths because of the festival, and left the little chieftain standing on the top.
The plankway wasn't finished the whole way and started to become quite popular with people celebrating their festival. It felt like they were mostly Brazilian. There eventually was no plankway at all and so we moved along the shore of the lake, occasionally wading or even swimming in the water. A few of the celebrating Brazilians had sharkfins on their backs and would swim along the water, trying to scare people, all in good fun.
We, though it was only me at this point, reached the end of the celebrations and the end of the lake, where there was only a female travel guide left, trying to get with the last people. I asked her where I was, because it looked like countryside and barns all around me. Heck, there were even a cow and a bull, skipping around each other in some sort of pasture, which we seemed to be in. I tried to determine if the bull was dangerous while she answered that she had no idea where we were. I took out my phone and my GPS was going haywire, jumping all over London and showing rivers that I could possibly have been following.
The travel guide told me that there were no buses around here, but I should be able to get a taxi, somehow. I waited for my girlfriend, whom I wasn't completely sure who it was, so that she could order a taxi for us.
