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septiembre 2023 - mayo 2024
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  • Viajeroto nowhere in particular
    Día 48–49

    boston

    2 de noviembre de 2023, Estados Unidos ⋅ 🌙 2 °C

    when russ picked me up at the airport, i basically hadn't slept for more than 30 hours. to my pleasant surprise, he had decided to book a room in the boston hilton instead of having through the night to his house in new hampshire.

    we got along well right from the start and there were so many new impressions all around me that i couldn't even really grasp everything. arriving at the hotel, i felt a bit out of place with my appearance, but that's nothing new at this point. in the room, i was greeted by russ' canine girlfriend wrigley and fell asleep as soon as i hit my bed.

    the next morning, russ had a little meeting, so i had half an hour to go out and explore the city for a bit. the weather was beautifully chilly and the air felt super clear. everything was strangely unfamiliar and utterly fascinating, although really not far from what i knew. all the buildings, roads and cars around me were massive, but there was hardly anyone in sight. i was laughing to myself the entire time over the situation i had gotten myself in.

    we checked out and the valet brought russ' jeep out. 60$ for one night of parking was the first of countless instances where, upon looking at american price tags, i was convinced i must be dreaming. (for the sake of readability, i'll try not to mention every one, just know i spent a significant amount of time trying to wrap my head around the prices.)

    the majority of the 2 hour journey to sugar hill was spent speeding on perfect highway roads through fall forests, with the terrain growing more and more rough as we went.    Leer más

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    Día 49–54

    sugar hill

    3 de noviembre de 2023, Estados Unidos ⋅ ☀️ 9 °C

    after a quick grocery errand in the nearest small town, i saw my new home for the following five days for the first time - and it was even better than i had anticipated. situated on a foresty hill just above a lake, it lay pretty much isolated from the rest of sugar hill (which is not too hard, there's like 5 houses there). for the first time in weeks, it was actually quiet. bliss.

    because russ sometimes rents out parts of his place as an airbnb, i had my own ensuite bedroom and access to a huge kitchen and lounge with a big flatscreen. it really felt like i was on vacation from, what many would call, my other vacation. and i really needed it after almost two months of consistent travel.

    much of my first days in new hampshire, i spent relaxing in the house (bingewatching dark because i managed to get russ hooked on it), meaning less outdoor activity, but as i said, it was much needed. even the relative luxury of a hostel just doesn't compare to a real home and russ was also super chill (and against the expectations of most i talked about it with beforehand, he never even attempted to murder me).

    after two days, 22-yo flavien from paris joined us. at this point, i had enough of being inside, so we spent the days hiking, trailrunning and canoeing. just as with russ, i got along great with him and had an absolute blast.

    and quicker than i could've noticed, the week was coming to an end over a whiteclaw (much less exciting drink than the preceding reputation would like to have believe) and a 20$ pizza.    Leer más

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    Día 54–55

    boston again

    8 de noviembre de 2023, Estados Unidos ⋅ ☀️ 6 °C

    we went back to boston one day before my flight back, because as chance would have it, russ had a work meeting to attend there. the drive back to boston was even more stunning than the other way. this time wrigley (who, i forgot to mention earlier, brought me a lot of joy in the 5 days prior) was with us, hanging out the car window.

    on the way to the hotel, i noticed a sign with a certain 7-point leaf. only then i realized that weed was legal in massachusetts, which led to me and flavien setting out on a quest to find a dispensary a couple of hours later, but first, we went to a wendy's and ordered an american sized menu. it turned out that wendy's > mcd.

    we then spent 30$ (half the amount i spent in the us in total) on a 100mg chocolate bar and got to work back at the hotel. we were just coming out of the pool about an hour later when they kicked in. and kick in they did. (last pic is us, high as kites, trying to get a shot of flavien touching the top of the building). all i can say is that i've never slept deeper than that night.

    and the next morning, it was time to say thank you and goodbye.    Leer más

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    Día 55–56

    flight to europe

    9 de noviembre de 2023, Estados Unidos ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    russ and flavien dropped me off at a metro station in order to avoid the rush hour in boston. here, i finally experienced the america i came prepared to see. the entire time, from logan airport to the boston cbd to sugar hill, i had only seen and met people no less wealthy as russ. in the metro, i was suddenly confronted with the hidden majority of american citizens, who were much less better off.

    i had some trouble finding the right connection to the airport, but arrived with enough time to spare. this time, i unfortunately had to abandon most of my hygiene stuff. i spent both flights in the aisle row, one time even giving up my seat window to a guy who was already sleeping there with the blinds down, so once again no proper videos of the flight :/    Leer más

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  • Viajeroto nowhere in particular
    Día 56–57

    milan

    10 de noviembre de 2023, Italia

    took a shuttle from the airport again and checked in at a hostel. with a combination of sleep and hot dogs i cured my jet lag.

    did some accidental sightseeing the next day on the way to decathlon, where i wanted to buy a foldable solar panel for my backpack. long story short, the price on the internet was a scam and i had to pay almost double, hope it will serve me well at least.

    went to get my stuff back that was still where i had left it a week ago. this time, maura was there and this time, i also accepted the lunch invitation. they even helped me book a train to padua, which was where i was planning to go later that day, after my blablacar driver canceled on me.

    mistook the arrival time on the train ticket for the departure time, so i had the opportunity to watch the sunset at the very pretty central station before setting off to padua.    Leer más

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    Día 57–58

    montegretto terme

    11 de noviembre de 2023, Italia ⋅ ⛅ 5 °C

    the train ride was a huge clusterfuck. a customer service lady inspected my tickets and told me i could get onto another train and just connect from its final destination. exactly that i did, ending up in the middle of nowhere half way to my actual destination. [pic 1]

    there, the guy in the ticket booth mumbled some insults at me, presumably because there was nothing to do. had to board an intercity train and got kicked out one stop later because my tickets obviously didn't match the train i was on. found some other connections to take me to my hostel just outside padua, where i arrived with the last night bus just half an hour before the reception closed.

    when i opened the door to my 4-bed dorm and looked through the curtains of my bunk, someone looked back at me. alright, just take another one then. or don't, because there is already someone sleeping in each bunk. went back to the reception and explained the situation. apparently, the guy sleeping in my bed should've checked out the night before but just decided to stay instead. (pic number two was take around midnight and shows the entire staff absolutely befuddeled trying to work out what is going on)

    thanks to the chap in my bed, i was awarded with a free upgade to a single bed hotel suite for the night, so no hard feelings.

    the next day, i took a bus to padua and met up with muzammil, a student from pakistan libing there that had offered to show me around town. it was good fun and we found put about our common passion for techno. he proposed taking me to a rave on wednesday if i stayed in venice until then, and i just couldn't refuse.    Leer más

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    Día 58–61

    venezia

    12 de noviembre de 2023, Italia ⋅ 🌙 9 °C

    venice, or rather mestre, the mainland counterpart, had the best (and biggest) hostel i've visited to so far. accomodation for hundreds of people, a huge common area and events every night. at a price of less than 20€ per night, this was the perfect place to wait until wednesday and explore venice in the meantime.

    i expected venice to be hard to navigate, but it was a real maze. pretty too. i'm taking so many pictures at this point that i'm having trouble keeping up with posting them. i still have a lot of untouched footage from the us that i maybe wanted to make a real from, but there is always else to do.

    on monday, i checked out the karaoke in the main area and grabbed a kebab with some people afterwards. also, my debit card declined for the first time. i'll be using the credit card from here on anyway, so no problem. had a bumble date on tuesday which required me to finally shave, and i immediatelty felt a lot more confident with that excuse of a beard finally gone.

    with 1 hour of sleep i met jayce and lauriane again by pure luck on wednesday. we went out to venice again together before i made my way back to padua in the evening. met up with muzammil and got going to the bar area where a lot of erasmus people hung out.

    queue the most chaotic and fun night of this trip so far. a lot of people and a lot of places were involved, but in a nutshell: bar, flunkyball tournament, karaoke bar, mcdonalds, gay club, techno rave, home at 7:30. i'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

    again with 1 hour of sleep, i got onto the bus to ljubljana, finally leaving italy behind after more than a month there. it was great, but towards the end i really did get hungry for some change.    Leer más

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    Día 62–64

    ljubljana

    16 de noviembre de 2023, Eslovenia

    arrived in ljubljana and finally felt a bit like home again. the city seems like it could well be part of germany (setting aside that it once was). once again, i didn't explore that much of the city and kept myself busy with making plans for the next days and weeks. i had two locations that i definitely wanted to visit, so that's what i did.

    the next day, i took a bus to bled (the 1.30pm one because time management) and basically ran around the lake and up the nearest hill to catch the sunset. 10/10.

    in the hostel, i met saeed from tehran, i might pay him a visit in a few months time. the second night i had to move from a 5 bed room into a 10 bed one and it was the most agonising night i have ever spent in a hostel. one person was basically barricaded in their bunk, 24/7 coughing their lungs out. very thoughtful of them to book the dorm with the most people to infect. next to me, there was a guy snoring in a way that i can't even begin to put into words other than the bed was shaking. and then, there were multiple instances around 3am where someone just picks up a call on their phone or puts the lights on, and i was awoken twice in the same night by the hostel manager asking me about the guy in the bed below me who i had never seen. i wanted to share this so you don't get too jealous reading from home.    Leer más

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    Día 64–65

    skuta

    18 de noviembre de 2023, Eslovenia ⋅ ⛅ 2 °C

    i managed to catch some sleep on the bus to the austrian border, where i planned an overnight stay in an unmanned mountain refuge. because the bus only goes twice a day, i arrived way too late, but still somehow managed to climb the 1.4k in three hours before the sun set. had to pay in full two days later by sore legs.

    the way up, the shelter and the view along with the sunset were honestly my biggest highlight of the whole tour so far (at least of what i can share here). made me realise again that i didn't embark on this trip for the cities, but for the nature. also, i met some really nice people up in the shelter, famous travel blogger bobby dalton and his attaché among them. i didn't recognise them until we exchanged instagrams. thought about asking for a ride along or an insta push, but that's not me.

    sadly i didn't bring food to stay more nights or equipment to reach the summit, so i woke up at dawn and enjoyed the mountains until 2pm and made my way back down to the mountain village with the bus stop. my legs were literally shaking from the descent, i really need to hike more. was very thankful when the bus eventually arrived, for it was the only one scheduled for two days. also saw firefighters cleaning up a pretty brutal car crash on the way back with the empty bus.    Leer más

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    Día 65–67

    ljubljana again

    19 de noviembre de 2023, Eslovenia ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C

    came back from the mountains more exhausted than i would've hoped, but suddenly all the more optimistic. i have way to many plans, way to many choices, so i had to take some time to really think everything through. i could continue down the balkans the way i had done it in italy: spend one or two nights in a hostel, then take a bus to the next city. but that isn't what i came for and i wanted to start actually hitchhiking again.

    i could go straight east to zagreb, the capital of croatia, or further south towards rijeka and the mediterranean. ultimately i decided for the latter, but wanted to take a smaller road through the mountains instead of a highway. in hindsight, some would call it a mistake.

    i was in the same hostel, but in yet another room. this time, the vibe was way better, i met guys from slovenia, france, spain, the us and kasachstan. i might meet the frenchman again, he's going to athens, but bikepacking.

    also finally got my phone battery replaced for 70€. so far (3 days after) i don't notice any improvement, but at least the guy didn't break it. either, the battery isn't running at full capacity yet, i misjudged that the battery should be better, or another phone component is faulty and eating up all the power. i really hope it's the first, but i'll probably have to buy another powerbank anyway.

    i'm now also thinking about buying microspikes and perhaps even an ice axe. it really bummed me out not to be able to reach the summit of skuta just a couple hundred metres above the shelter and it was certainly neither the last nor the highest mountain i'll climb in the future. brown bears, stray dogs and the like are also becoming way more common now and as dumb as it sounds, i'd feel a lot safer with an ice axe now that my knife has been taken by the french.

    oh yeah and also i might just get a mullet    Leer más

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