11 days of just traveling without a plan. Doing what I like to do – walking and drinking my bier. Loads of ‘adventures’ or near mishaps that had happened along the way. And yet, I just cannot find any other phrase to describe this whole trip, other than ‘ I really enjoyed myself’. Has traveling becoming a second nature that it seems just like going to town without much thought or feeling about it? I had certainly enjoyed traveling alone – waking up at my time, doing things without a plan, walking in the rain for more than 6h, without a need to talk to anyone at all for a day....
There is so much to do and see in life – live for each moment. Oh well, life is good.