Even long journeys come to an end at some point. The Eternal Dilemma Today is another one of those last days. They are always a mixture of joy and sadness. The prospect of good bread and coffee, pasta that tastes like pasta and not cardboard, a hot bath, drinking water from the tap, heated rooms when it's cold, ...
After the best sleep ever in the softest bed ever, I am surprised by the best breakfast ever. It's true - the gods are giving me a very welcome gift of compensation as a farewell (after all, they are responsible for various capers, especially climatic events and other things). A few older gentlemen nod at me while I eat eggs, fruit juice...
In the morning at the “Zohar Hostel” I don’t get a friendly farewell for a change (especially the hotel manager, a rumpled woman who is no longer in her prime, gives me the famous looks that could kill). Bad Vibes Apparently my refusal to accept a room without a private bathroom was met with bad blood. Is …
Then the last 420 kilometers. The 10 a.m. bus is reserved, nothing stands in the way of the last part of my journey. However, there is a vague feeling that the journey could take longer than the stated eight hours. But let's see. I take the metro again, this time without interruptions (on yesterday's journey...