Entry Three: Blades and Roses

Today I stood up early, groggy that I had to go to the African Bazaar to present some sword fighting. 8 o'clock! 8 darn o'clock! It was purely hell. On a beautiful sunday. I could sob. I nearly did on that note.

Two hours trip from Germany to Belgium with little to no patience. Anyways, we did arrive, after too much invested time! Our first reaction as we went into the old Gym (my father and I):

"It's kind of empty here!" Empty was an understatement. The place was more or less deserted. I just thought to myself if this was the reason I made the effort to wake up atleast five hours earlier then I do on the weekends. Atleast my CAS project is done. (insert curse here)