Even though it’s only a 4 day trip, I noticed once again how much I love to travel.
struggling around a new place with a map in front of your face
question marks above your head when checking out the local public transport ticket machines
the hassle to search for a good restaurant (cheap, nice atmosphere AND great dishes)
the things that stick to your feet when you wander around the youth hostel without shoes and socks
your wayoutofthisworld youth hostel room sharer and their ideas of being polite (e.g. making a call when everybody is sleeping, asking you to share his/her bed with you pretending he/she is cold, …)
all the different kinds of restrooms you get to see (in 99% of all cases just ran out of paper)
the experiences you get to make at a local club (e.g. people grabbing your butt even before they see your face)
the insane amount of money you’re spending on whatever passes your way, because you believe, you might never get the chance to buy anything like it again
food encounters of the third kind
the running gags that evolve out of strange situations
remembering again why you love home so much
It’s as exhausting as it’s entoxicating!