Sending off the car

So, here it is. Upon popular request: my blog! Now you, my friends, family and faint acquaintances, can follow my adventure to The Faroe Islands, where I grew up and spent my adolescence.

Yesterday I sent off the family's car, filled to the rim with our earthly goods. Spent days filling it. Hours of speculation on what to pack, what to whack, what to put to hibernation till we return. The car is going by ship and we are going by airplane. We chose the expensive solution. Could have done it for a quarter of the price, if we all - including the car - went with the ferry from Hanstholm, but the ferry has been sold out for months.

Strange experience, sending off the car. Had to deliver it at a goods terminal. 'Trucks only', it said at the entrance. The only entrance, I found out after driving around. Pretended to be a truck, then. Parked the car as far away from the trucks in the truck yard and started looking for some kind of office. Only place with a sign on it was the goods store. Climbed the platform by one of the trucks. Caught eye contact with a guy looking puzzled at me. "The office? The white door in the opposite building. The one with no sign on it.". Avoided all doors with signs on them. Entered the remaining one. An empty corridor. Tried to the left first. Led to a place that seemed to be where the truckers have their coffee breaks. Tried the other direction. At the far end of the corridor there was an open door. A guy sitting at a computer. "I have this car...". He wasn't looking surprised and asked for the car keys and then sat at his computer again. "But isn't there any paperwork to do?". He refused. "How about a receipt?". "A receipt for what?", he replied, obviously never having faced this situation before. I started to tell him about my long-time relationship to my Toyota, but he interrupted me before I had even a decent chance to provide some context to my account. "all right then, I CAN write you a receipt.". Then he scribbled something like "Received 1 piece car. Doodle-doodle.", while at the same time muttering something about not liking to be held responsible and actually it was another company that would pick up the car and deliver it to a third company and how busy he was. With a rather uneasy feeling, I took the note, contemplating the doodles for a while. They looked like a couple of fifty-legged spiders, dead in the attempt to figure out which leg to put where.

Woke early this morning. The uneasy feeling persisted. Phoned the transportation company. They had the car and it was fine. I was almost disappointed.