You have to knock for a door to open...
40 degree heat, 60km on foot, ancient wisdom, sacred stories and a tribal guard of honour when she said "yes"
Blowing things up in Berlin, coping in Copenhagen and private ski fields in Sweden.
From Strasbourg, France to Berlin, Germany via Prague, a crazy turkey-esque bird and explosions on a historic bridge.
The Germans... Oh the Germans... What in the name of Bretzl was that? A Christmas pageant?
The first kiss after 4 months of long-distance was odd...
The most unmistakable trigger of my adventure mindset is the smell of cold metal and jet fuel. My heart pounding and my mind chattering, self-diagnosing a rolling catalogue of anxiety symptoms.
Flying over Iceland I felt like I was in Apollo 11 on approach to the moon.