The time came for myself and my friend to hitch out of Bratislava. Slovakia posed a problem, it being one of the most difficult hitch hiking countries in this wonderful place we call Europe, though we were hopeful. At the end of the day, what else could we be? After departing the Downtown Backpacker’s hostel for the third, and not the last, time that year, we set out into the baking heat to see what would happen. Happen it did. Continue reading
Beautifully photogenic Budapest
Departing Bratislava, I landed in beautiful, beautiful Budapest. Words can’t describe the allure of this city. It’s in my top 3 cities, certainly. As I always say, I’m not a fan of cities, but fucking hell, this place is wonderful. I tried to learn some Hungarian, which is a really strange language. To say ‘how are you?’, you say ‘hogy vagy’ which is pronounced something like ‘hodgy vadgy’. I laughed so hard the first time someone said that to me. Still, it’s a nice language. Just sounds really strange to a Western ear. Continue reading
Writing in Urban Space
Krakow left its imprint and off I went towards Prague. Between Prague, Bratislava, Budapest and back to Bratislava I used buses, as they were cheap as chips and saved being stranded in between the cities. Slovakia is notorious for being the worst country in Europe for hitch hiking, and people who picked us up there told us that when they hitched it was impossible. Still, maybe it’s my charm… Continue reading
The first few days of Warsaw are a bit of a blur consisting of party after party, but such is the road. Windows ended up smashed, friends were made; you win some, you lose some. All was well though. Continue reading
Appropriate for the time and place
Landed in Berlin exhausted after a wonderful day of hitching. Eventually found my friend at his work and went back to his fabulous inner-city apartment and chilled out with an Erdinger. My friend had a map on his wall that you could scratch off where you’d been, and I was envious looking at his travels.
My days in Berlin consisted of lounging around flea markets, wandering in sunsets wondering where on the planet I truly was. Thoughts often drifted around my head without any direction, but the most dominant was always, ‘What am I doing?’ I never found, and still haven’t found, an answer to that question. Continue reading
Special Export by the canals in Amsterdam
My first day, technically, of hitching resulted in standing in Dover for five hours, not a fucking clue what I was doing, trying to hitch across on the ferry to Calais. Got bored and distressed after said five hours and stayed at a mate’s house, then got the ferry the next day. Cheating, but I was clueless and eager to move. Continue reading
My name’s Celia and I was born in Switzerland about 24 years ago. I have a degree in Anthropology and Languages (Spanish and English) but university has only been a small part in my formation. My real learning was through different travels, most of them around South and North America. Actually, I don’t know if travelling awakened my anthropologist interest and my love for languages and communication, or if I decided to travel because being in contact with people and communicating with them makes me vibrate. It’s probably a mix of both. Continue reading
I’m Daniela Freire, 22 years old, Brazilian, born and raised in Rio de Janeiro, though I’m writing these answers in Paris. I hitchhike with my boyfriend João on a really low budget not just because it’s fun, but it’s the only way we can visit all the places we want to see. Blablacar is our plan B, but buses and that are not our idea of a good trip. Continue reading
My name is Raef Cains and I’m a 19-year-old male. I was born in London, England, but grew up in the south living in the same house for as long as I can remember. I just finished college and decided to go on a big trip across Canada, and I’m currently with a friend who joined me after a month and a half. I’ve been away for nearly 4 months and don’t see myself going home anytime soon. Continue reading
Self shot from inside a truck.
My name is Malte Stolpe. I was born in 1995 in Germany, where I still live. I did an apprenticeship to become a media designer for print products and now I’m doing Media Studies. I’m fluent in English and German, I have three years of French lessons, I learned some Portuguese and I’m trying to learn some Norwegian at the moment. I used to travel with my parents and my brother, mostly in a caravan. Right now I want to focus on studying, photography, drawing, learning Norwegian and doing sports (at least while I’m not on the road). Continue reading