The long beautiful wide and majestic Danube river stretches itself lazily along the border between Romania and Bulgaria for kilometers, before throwing itself into the river delta and finally into the Black Sea. Many stories have happened along this river. Many lives have been made and some hurt or destroyed. As for many places in the world, here on the Danube, it becomes more peaceful as the sun sets in splendid array of deep color.
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Archive for August, 2008
De wind waait ons om de oren en de regen slaat ons in het gezicht. Ik heb nu al drie dagen natte voeten. Mijn overschoenen houden het vocht niet meer buiten en het leer wil `s nachts in de tent niet drogen. Omdat we bijna naar elkaar moeten schreeuwen om elkaar te kunnen verstaan heb ik voortdurend keelpijn.
Continue reading ‘Van Baltische regen in nog meer drup’
We have walked around in Helsinki on a rainy afternoon, hoping to spend the night at the local fire station. However, there is no space so we make our way to the campground outside the city. On our way we meet a friendly couple with their small children, who suggest that we pitch our tent in the park in their neighborhood. There is a soccer field which is never used, with several tiny cottages around it. It saves us kilometers now and tomorrow morning, so we find the spot, pitch and sleep.
Continue reading ‘Shot’
