Sit down.. Take a minute..

I left home on 20th April 2017. Now I sit here, wrting this content and a minute ago the clock shifted from Wednesday 21st June to tomorrow, Thursday the 22nd. I have been travelling for 61 days now. Actually I checked it in Google Calendar and counted the days several times. I am really bad with numbers.

Not the only thing upside down now.

These last 61 days have been the most shifting, changing, and mindful days in my adult life. I have found peace and beauty, endured the voices and chaos raging in my head while climbing northern mountains, I have felt my heart open up to love again and have lost the most important love a child can have, the love of my mother. I am alone now, but I feel like a part of the world for the first time. I am abandoned, and found myself. But enough of this emo-talk, down to business.

What the fuck happened?!

I took the train from Germany, Bonn to Viborg, Denmark. It took about 9 hours and 21EUR to arrive in Tomas’s arms who gladly welcomed me back to his little town. After crashing here and there I found a stable home at a messy but lovable community right next to the VIA. The VIA is that crazy animation school that is source to nearly every viral animated short movie on the internet. You remember The Reward?

They also hosted one of my talks which was generously visited. I also got drunk a bit with a danish guy and a dutch guy. Nevermind, off I go…

To The Coast of Denmark! and somewhere beyond…

It was at the coast of Hirtshals in the very North of Denmark, where I survived my first rainstorm. And where I found the first beauty in the stones and marbles of the shore. In the sun of the next morning I packed my backpack and hiked East to the ferry that’s supposed to bring me up to Faroe Islands and Iceland. I walked for nearly 2 hours in the labyrinth of the industrial harbor until a group of Workers In A Van (c) picked me up and drove me to the check-in for the ferry. The wrong one, but close enough. Two hours later the ship departed and my journey finally began.

Shooting this photo I still thought “Oh. Pretty!” Today I know this is a storm coming closer.

Good News! I don’t get seasick. Actually I fu-fucking LOVE the sea, give me a nutshell and a seastorm and I’m a happy woman. A trait that later would give me precious memories of dodging vomiting bodies rolling on the floor of Icelandic ships.

It took 2 nights to arrive on Faroe Islands.

In the peace of the earliest morning I saw gentle, grassy cliffs passing the ship. The only sound was the constant and calm humming of the engine, none of the few passengers on deck said a word while we slowly entered the harbor of Torshavn.

Sunrise at 4:30am

I stood 2 weeks on Faroe Islands, took the ferry to Iceland to hike there for 11 days. From Reykjavik I took the plane to Zagreb, Croatia on 27th May – to stay and talk at the IFCC 2017. Those were crazy 10 days. Followed up by a week of beautiful Istanbul in mid June. Let’s give each of them the post they deserve, but for now the most important question:

How do I afford all this?

I am not spending more money than I did before. My budget is 36EUR a day, that includes housing and food as well as on-going costs like insurance, mobile phone, taxes and so on. I sleep on camping places or at the side of the street. I dumpster-dive or eat simple, high calorie food. I don’t do fashion, souvenirs, hotels, groups – if I can walk I skip the bus. I am not on vacation. I am on travel. In the last 61 days I have lost 6 kg in total and turned a significant amount of fat into muscle weight. Or as Marek says: I’m a fucking hobo. And I’m lovin’ it.

No entrance fee for this sight

For those keen on trying out the Hobo Lifestyle (c) themselves, there will be a post about my backpack, equipment, troubleshooting and some more numbers on the whole experience. But for now: enough words.

Thanks for reading and joining me on my travels. You are always invited to use me as an excuse to travel alongside for some time. Check my sticky post to see my next destination. See you Soon!

*N

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