Hit the Road Jack!
God damn it it’s today! So many years of dreaming, so many moths of planning, so many weeks of preparation and what? And I still packing on las tmoment π
Last days ways a really nightmare – patching holes (these in detist and in equipment) and road maps spreaded around like in 42′ and thinking how to attack and break through whole Europe to be on time in Lizbon. Last thing which I need to do is to fill my wallet with wrist full of dollars what in summer time isn’t so easy! They say that everywhere you can find poverty but inwhole Ε»ory you can’t find cabbage! Maybe people play in Eurobisness with real cash? Anyway I need to find few Franklin’s faces so I should do some race around cantors.
There was also moments when Mister Fear come and whisper to my ear: “Why do you go there? You want to hitchhike?! Can you realize what can happen? And how uncomfortable, even few years under tent!’ But no there is now way back. I’m heading to setting sun. I’m tight like tarpaulin on track, I’m ready like bulterier, like angry bull, like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive π
Cross fingers for me! THIS IS REALLY GOING ON! STONES ARE GOING HOME π
