Day 4, Tuesday Fjords, snow, bank, open-air museum, tunnel The fjords are still eating out of our hands. Waking up at seven o’clock. The temperature outside is about 5C, in the car probably not much more, but in the sleeping bag and under the warm quilt a palpable 36.6. The warm spring next to the […]
Instead of welcoming
Hands clenched in iron fists on the fork stick. Fork blades aimed directly at us. It sounds incredible, but it is happening right now. I feel like I’m in an action movie, but unfortunately not in the role of a superhero. Two Romanian villagers tear at us brandishing a potential murder weapon. I don’t know […]