- It was tiring, physically and mentally. Sleeping upright in a car for a week has fucked-up my spine, to the point where I'm legitimately struggling to walk. And I couldn't stop stressing over cash, food, missing ferries, etc. Brought havoc on my psyche.
- Timed wrong. I'm going to China & North Korea on the 9th of April. I felt really rushed to get back in time, therefore I couldn't sit down, breathe in the air and enjoy the sights for fear of being late.
- So expensive. I just splashed out £300 on an emergency ferry ticket to England, on top of the hundreds we've already spent on petrol, food, admission fees, hostels and so on. I'm a working class girl from Glasgow. I'm poor. Common as muck, in fact. I've never spent so much money in my life.
- No time for myself. Andreas was by my side 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Now, don't get me wrong; he's fantastic, and I love him. But after spending 2 weeks driving, walking, sightseeing and sleeping together, it got understandably frustrating for us both. We need space.
- Journey times. 12 hours on the ferry? 8 hours confined in my noisy wee Ford Ka? Un-fucking-bearable.
- I was on my period and felt very emotional.
- I felt ill, probably resulting from a dodgy quinoa salad I had in Romania. When I went to a pharmacist in Belgrade for tablets, the guy didn't understand me. A choppy ferry journey to Italy didn't help either.
- Overall, quite interesting, and certainly an experience I'll never forget, but ultimately a disaster.
mar 10 2014 ∞
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