In a prolonged thunderstorm, our tent is soaked overnight. Especially for me this is not the only new situation to go through. A change of emotions from breathtaking joy to fear. It’s not like I’ve never hiked or camped, but the villages were less wild and the roads often led to huts.
Not to mention that I knew I would be home after 6 weeks at the latest.
Lizards, snakes, horses, wild bears have only been spotted so far and the backpack weighs more. It is nice to have Jan with me, who can explain the single noises and calm me down no matter what is surrounding us.
It’s very exciting to see how quickly you can get used to something. 10 days in a sweaty T-shirt? At some point no longer a problem. A conversation in which one can only communicate with sign language? More amusing and instructive, than many “normal” chats. I am still happy to see the free-range chickens, goats, daring, pigs in villages. A lot of scrub is to be overcome, waist-high nettles not only meet us once. Unfortunately, I fall in the forest and kink. This determines the course of the next 5 days.