The Big Half Time Show

I’ve been gone for half a year now and I just wanted to post a little review of what I’ve experienced in the last six months:

– been to 10 countries on 3 continents
– flew 16 times
– climbed up to 4,500 m (14,764 ft), didn’t crack the 5K but next time
– seen 2 of the 7 seven new world wonders
– ate guinea pig, llama, a bull’s testicle, raw fish (not sushi) and a burger bigger than my head
– found out that being a vegetarian is not too bad after all
– saw blue lizards
– and the most beautiful snail shell ever
– tried some new drugs and now can tell it’s nothing for me
– didn’t drink at all for one month
– was bathing in three of the world seas
– slept in a hammock
– slept on the beach
– took a shower under the stars
– saw the milky way
– been to two kinds of desert and slept in both
– got a piercing
– got rid of my piercing
– got three new tattoos
– worked in three different hostels
– met hundreds of people
– forgot that I met half of them
– started to use tinder
– found out that there are only weirdos on tinder (Nick)
– wrote two short stories
– “learned” how to dance salsa
– said good bye a million times and it still hurts
– had two mental break downs
– managed to finish reading one whole book
– had two rental cars
– took some moto cabs and only had a slight feeling of dying
– learned that Americans can’t pronounce “aluminium”
– was for one moment on the Northern and Southern Hemisphere at the same time
– saw more sunrises than I can count
– got an eye surgery, dafuq, still can’t believe it
– tried to learn yoga
– terribly failed at yoga
– tried to learn how to meditate
– fell asleep while meditating
– meditated in the sea
– worked as an Interpreter for some gringos
– gave Spanish lessons
– sang “Bohemian Rhapsody” with auto tune
– was hit on by a gay dude
– met the probably hottest Colombian girl that there is
– went swimming in the desert
– got sun glasses as a present which broke two weeks later
– lived the life of the rich and famous in Colombia and New York City
– was mistaken as an American because of my accent
– got homesick when skypeing with Fiona
– got bitten by bed bugs two times
– drove the Death Road in Bolivia
– got mugged in Rio de Janeiro
– climbed the World Trade Center and Statue of Liberty in New York City
– went to the Hockey Hall of Fame and the Niagara Falls
– shaved a dude’s head
– tried to climb a street lantern, sprained my ankle
– started smoking and stopped again
– visited 5 tribes of indigenous people
– met a guy who worked as a kid for Pablo Escobar
– dropped my phone into a toilet but got it fixed with the rice trick
– fell in love with Chipotle
– saw the movie “Hostel” in a hostel #ironie
– went to Thomasville in North Carolina
– drove through Georgia, USA, even though I’m not allowed to do so with my German driver’s license #outlaw
– bathed in a hot spring at -20°C outside (-4°F)
– got kicked out by the police from a museum
– gambled a whole € 6 in a casino
– played Frisbee in Central Park
– found out that the best chips have chorizo and lime flavor
– slept in a bed so hard I couldn’t feel my back afterwards
– witnessed a marriage proposal of the cutest gay couple on the beach
– went to my very first baseball game, it was boring as hell
– lived the American way of life
– learned that doctors don’t live a healthy life at all
– did not lick the Liberty Bell
– but licked the wall of a hotel out of salt
– painted a mural … kind of
– saw a skull in an old slave tunnel
– went sand boarding
– started learning how to play the ukulele and the ocarina
– stopped playing the ukulele and the ocarina because I suck at it
– had a discussion with an Aussie girl whether she’s a bitch or not, she was
– send home postcards a total of one time … more are coming though
– had a flat tire while driving in the desert of Bolivia
– had my very first pedicure and it felt good
– went to a Favela in Rio de Janeiro and nothing happened
– saw one of the best Graffitis in Rio de Janeiro, Santiago de Chile and Bogotá #StreetArt
– got so sick that I couldn’t leave the hostel for 4 days
– learned how to pack my backpack properly
– learned how to cook rice, Thai curry and spaghetti carbonara and that all in Colombia
– did not die while taking a selfie at Machu Picchu
– smoked a real Cuban cigar
– saw ashes falling from the sky
– built a Jack O’Lantern out of a watermelon

Well, that’s already quite a lot. To another unforgettable six months. Cheers!
And thanks to everyone who shared those moments with me. Love you guys.