So, I’m doing the nomad life for a while. A long while.
Frankly I’m terrified I manage to fuck this trip up. I mean, I’ve been planning it for over a year – but I don’t trust rationality to prevail at all times.
I guess rational is a moving target. I reckon I’m not alone. Even amoung the muggles rationality is relative. Relative to the inclination to act in a way that you seek what’s good in life, what’s exciting, what’ll make you feel like a real explorer.
Except I have this awareness that it’s quiote possible that I howl at the moon in Belgrade. And get shot. Or some other kak-thing happens while I cray.
Of course I’ve chosen some of the most perculiar places in Eastern and Central Europe to visit. Because without that feeling of living on the edge I would be decidely bored. And bored is dangerous.
Follow the journey right here on this blog. Expect unusual. Expect rants. Expect rambling. Expect Me.
