A fast ride with a stony teen brought me into the village Martin. Almost hidden and secluded it lays, surrounded by tall mountains reaching high for the skies. Their pointed tips way above man and building, protected I felt. Secured, in this strange place, a place not hostile nor friendly, filled with odd glances and smiles. However gazing … More A stormy night on Slovakia’s High Tatras Part 1
Evenfall I would reach Bielsko-Biała in the car of a young couple. Hitchhikers themselves they told stories and gave advice. One of them being to not continue the road I was following, although beautiful, luck was required to make it to Slovakia soon. Time being on my side and having lingered a day against will in Bialystok, … More My First Slovakian Experience
He was loose and started racing down, leaving a spiral trace behind. The finish was in sight, the ending of the translucent field. Looking to his right, he could see his enemy, struggling to surpass the obstacles in its way. Quickly, he spurted down for his final sprint. Closer and closer he reached. He could … More Poland – Portugal in Pabianice
Strength had been regained after a night’s rest with the lovely couple that had taken me in, showing love and care, on my first days of heavy shoulders. Nervous, the day of the festival I had come back to politely request to unburden myself of some weight. Upon arrival, the words “It is Danus!” came … More My WORST day of Hitchhiking
In my few weeks of Vilnius exploration, I had gotten to know the capital quite well. Being able to roam a day without getting lost, having shot pictures left and right, befriending a homeless singer and overstaying my welcome. At least, that is how I felt. Thus time had arrived to continue my journey onwards. … More Ending the chapter of Lithuania with the sound of Metal!
A cool breeze was on my face and a soft, warm sunbeam graced my skin. I was heading towards town, as always near an hour walk. Twas almost noon and the sky gave no sign of feeding the plants today. Don’t go on a rainy day, Reinhardt had told me before I had departed. Lauris was … More A grim day
“This is as far as I can take you, kid. You can take the bus from here to the centrum”, the driver who had just given me a lift from Klaipeda to Vilnius, a road that stretches over the 300 kilometers. The bus was full, making my large backpack quite inconvenient. Uncomfortable I squeezed my way … More Capital of Lithuania. Why are titles difficult?
A heavy wind was blowing in my face, rushing through my hair as I stood on the dock. With narrowed eyes, shielding them from wind and sun, I gazed at the small village that was Nida. I felt rested and calm, calm as the village seemed. My gaze diverged to the dunes on the left … More A Lithuanian Treasure
The sweet waitress placed the plate in front of me with a smile that could knock away any grime cloud. Her voice was filled with kindness as she wished us a great meal. “A small place with outstanding service and traditional meals”, he had promised, “and that for an affordable price!”. I would never have … More Cycling, hitchhiking and.. sailing?
“Here it is”, he began, “the drama theatre school!” I looked up at the building. My eyes began atop, slowly gliding down. A simple building, built with modern techniques. Nothing that stood out. I would soon learn, that the inside is where the architectural work caught the fascination. I glanced back at him,where he stood … More The tale of Klaipeda