
let me begin by saying this: i really want to go home right now. in fact, i have felt this way for the last week or so. as glamorous as backpacking around europe may sound, the reality is far less appealing than the fantasy. forever underslept, the countless hours spent waiting in airports, train stations and bus stations, having to negotiate a new transport system, maybe even a new language, every couple of days — it gets old.
that being said, i realise that i’m at the last stretch, and as such, new factors are being brought into play — my funds, patience, enthusiasm and immune system are at an all time low. things which wouldn’t have bothered me so much before are now grating on my nerves. having 25 euros for a week’s food is no fun either.
of course, i realise if i were to leave now (even if it were possible), i would later regret it. there is still 5 weeks left to see some amazing cities and have new experiences — hopefully even a decent coffee!
anyhow, the point of this post was not to whine (although i needed to get it off my chest), but to fill you in on some of the stranger experiences of the last few weeks. so without further ado, here are a few things which stick in my mind in the surreal category:
- walking some kilometres to the only open restaurant, then ordering an cheeseless anchovie pizza by sheer ineptitude in reading foreign menus.
- having to eating at mcdonalds because everything else is shut on weekends.
- being woken by a homeless person, after passing out on a public statue in barcelona. then finding out that said homeless person killed a bus load of people in mozambique by drink driving. giving the homeless person some coins and running away.
- communicating through hand gestures alone with a very chatty spanish hotel proprietor. then being over charged by said proprietor but unable to communicate effectively enough to complain.
- wandering, zombie-like around neighborhoods for hours without aim but to kill time, in a stupor of tiredness (in multiple cites).
- recovering from food poisoning, deciding to buy something safe and light, like bread. then buying a loaf filled with exotic cured meats by mistake.
- being kept awake on a late night bus ride by a samuel jackson film, dubbed in spanish, played at the volume of a small aircraft.
also, my final itinerary is now set: berlin, prague, budapest, vienna, venice, florence, (possibly piza,) rome, dublin, london, hong kong — home!
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