So, as you, my dear readers (0 at the moment), may have noticed, I stopped writing everyday. That is because everyday is not interesting, even when traveling. The last few days I spent in Budapest, at

I'm tired. I slept until 1:00 in the day and felt really doughy. The girls made me some soup and we went to the city and looked at some places. I'm taking the nightbus to Warsaw and might stay there for

Today I woke up on Harrys couch, with big hopes for the coming day. I'm falling asleep on another couch, a couple of hundred kilometers south, tripping on acid. I sat in a park in Riga contemplating my

Today I went to the beach, just to see what it was about. It was empty and quiet, and the sky was covered by a grey perpetual cloud. A man was walking with his kid, scanning the earth with a metal detector.

This is it. I'm on the road, and there aint no going back! Today I took the ferry from Helsinki to Tallin. I was supposed to meet up with a friend from work but he couldn't make it. I hitched a ride to

Today I left my hometown towards helsinki. Tomorrow is THE day. I'm excited but scared as fuck. I said goodbye to our dog, knowing it was probably goodbye forever. The sun is shining, the winds are strong,