There is always something special about camping under trees. They give us a sense of protection as night falls around us in an unfamiliar space.
In Montenegro, chestnut trees, some of which were a few hundred years old, also gave me a much-needed sense of calm… at least for a few hours.
Daily Nest: Albania
Now that summer heat has passed and the sun is no longer melting my brain, I can recall our Albanian nights in a better state of mind, and with the sweetness they deserve.
Our foot journey keeps inviting us to experience the world in a unique different way. Every night proves this to be true, and our three weeks in Macedonia added more gems to our treasure chest of sweet memories.
Every day about 3 or 4 p.m., I blow a kiss into my half-closed hand and then, as if it’s a bowling bowl, I roll it forward with a question: Ok, Guardian Angels, we need a safe place to sleep tonight…what do you have on mind a few kilometers from now?
Turkey… we’ve been here so long, it’s starting to feel like home.
Georgia’s wide open spaces made it easier to camp. But the early fall weather brought different challenges as we tried to shelter ourselves from cold, foggy and rainy nights.
Again, like in many other countries, our best nights were the ones where we stayed with locals.
Azerbaijan was good to us, for the most part.
Sleeping in Iran proved to be less of a challenge than many other countries we walked.
Finding a safe place to sleep is one of our key priorities every day. It’s right up there with drinking potable water, eating enough calories and stretching our bodies during mid-day breaks.
The sleeping thing has proven to be harder than expected in Burma. It has turned into its own stressful job at the end of the day when we are exhausted from walking an average of 25-30 kilometers (about 15-18 miles) in +40-degree heat (about 110 in Fahrenheit).
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There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind. ~Fyodor Dostoevsky
En el nostre últim bloc, publicàvem les nostres grans pors. Algunes d’elles entren per la porta gran de la categoria d’esgarrifoses o molt preocupants, tot i que esperem que la probabilitat d’ocurrència de totes elles sigui ben minsa o nul·la. Per molt que pensem en elles, no hi ha gaire a fer des de casa mentre preparem el viatge. Bé, una cosa sí que podem fer, i és quedar-nos tancats a casa, paralitzats i sense arriscar-nos, però això no ho farem.
Respecte a les petites pors, aquestes també son fotudes per que la probabilitat d’ocurrència d’unes quantes d’elles no és que sigui petita, sinó que és totalment certa i real. Algunes de les situacions es donaran tard o d’hora i el problema és que ens agafin amb la guàrdia abaixada. Aquestes petites pors son les que son com un corcó que ronda inexorablement per dins els nostres caps i fàcilment ens pot treure el son.
Aquí tenim un exemple d’un temor que va afectar a Jenn durant la travessa de Catalunya, durant els 585 km del GR 92. És quelcom que Jenn està treballant i aprenent a gestionar i superar.