The last night that I camped in Belgium, I didn’t pay enough attention. I just put up my tent on a sort of flat field and went to bed. Next morning I noticed a strong smell. Cowshit. Shit, that field had been sprinkled (fertilized?) probably the day before. How could I have missed that?Continue Reading "Hilly Luxembourg"
I want to be on the road. Wander around with everything I need on my back. Being outside, outdoors, sleeping in a tent and strolling through nature. That’s when I feel best. That’s when I feel free. And all the other things will come as they do. What things? I don’t exactly know, I’ll find out along the way.Continue Reading "Walking back to the Balkans"