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Overseas

“By plane or by boat?” {emissions, salty sea odour of the package, swinging underdeck with other boxes} “By boat.” {time, money, romance} “Please, I beg you, can you do it faster, I need to run to catch my train.” {guiltiness} … Continue reading

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The way I do

<p>After four months I suddenly feel a need to explain how do I move. In short: backpacking, hitchhiking, couchsurfing.</p> <p>Everybody is telling me how small my backpack is. I’m answering in a proud voice it is actually for a half … Continue reading

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The train ride

I took a train. A long one. From Aurangabad to Varanasi. It was the best train ride ever. It was quite comfortable as the number of present passengers in the compartment exceeded the designed number not even twice. And the … Continue reading

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The postcard from Europe

They popped up so suddenly. Just another foreigners I thought at first, but these were more natural to approach. Usually I don’t have the lust to meet other western travellers. These three were fine and fun and easy. Actually it … Continue reading

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Continuum

I was happy to be able to demonstrate the advantages of an overland traveling over appearing suddenly in the strange location after spending long hours on the highway or above the clouds. When you go pass the lands, the change … Continue reading

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The vision of me

You know, when you are on a journey like this and keeping a blog you have to upload a picture of a map with a thick red line following your path. Fuck that. Actually I’d like to have that route … Continue reading

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Gateway to India

In the middle of the shops with gold and other overpriced stuff for cruising Arabs was an exchange office. The teller noticed I look rather different :-) But when I took the notes out of my pocket and asked to … Continue reading

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