Viajunto

I know it’s been a while since my last post but to be honest I’m too fucking lazy to write down everything, especially as I have to write it in three languages. I’m more writing all the stuff in my travel journal where it’s more personal. Here I have to think thoroughly of what I can write and publish, racist jokes, dark fears, hate letters, and other things that are never meant for the public. Also I’ve been writing a lot on my novel lately, made some really good progress. Some of you already know that but for you who don’t I’m writing a book. It’s about that guy and yeah it’s gonna be the next new hit … maybe. Some will be mentioned and just to say it has nothing to do with how much I like them or how much time we hang out together. Also there is no meaning if a certain character has that one’s name. I’m just really bad in coming up with names and I’m tired of naming all the characters Peter, Paul and Mary. Back to track: I’m in Colombia right now, in Medellín to be more precise. Fo...

I left Miami with a heavy heart. I had a really good time but I had to move on. Everybody that traveled the US knows it’s not that easy to travel here. After looking up the Internet for God complicated ways to go from Miami, FL to Greensboro, NC, I decided to fuck this shit and just rent a car. It’s only $ 9,99 a day. Together with insurance and gas I paid a total of maybe $ 300 for the rental car for the week. I mean yes it is indeed more expensive than going there by bus or train but I got the chance to see the amazing land side of the USA… Best car so far – Nissan Altima I left Miami on Monday around 3 pm and was driving for like 8 hours until I decided it’s time to go to bed somewhere. I thought that you have to pay for the interstates here in the US so the first day I drove only like normal streets. And after these 8 hours I only made it to Tampa. That’s like nothing. I knew there was one hostel in Tampa but they didn’t had any beds left so I had to move on. The thing...

The day started like the others. Waking up too late to actually do stuff so I went to the grocery store to get me some water and a little bit to eat. Mr White had some friends over and went to downtown and to the airport to pick up some more friends. Actually I also wanted to go to Little Havanna. Didn’t make it though. I guess I’m gonna wait till I see the real Cuba. Anyhow, after a while I managed to leave the hostel and walked again around South Beach. I went to the Miami Ink. tattoo studio just to check out how much it is. I had a good idea for a small tattoo. It was not like that I wanted it like really badly but it would be nice to get it. And as Miami Ink. is very famous I thought I’ll give it a try. I passed by the studio on my first day but it was still closed. This time it was opened and I stepped inside. The first thing that caught my eye was that the chair, in which you’re getting your tattoo, is standing right in the middle of the studio. Everywhere I’ve been so far i...

the longest day of my life It was 8 am when the alarm went off. The night before my trip to Spain was pretty rough as I was too excited about it but this time it was ok. I had some good hours of sleep. At the airport in Nuremberg, waiting for the bus, me and my Mum were watching some airplanes taking off. I hugged her when I left and think she seemed like she won’t make it till me coming back. Stick through it. You still got another boy. The bus left a little bit too late but still we arrived in Cologne quite on time. As my flight was set for 7.30 am the next day I decided to walk around the city centre a bit. First of all I went to the cathedral. After that I was walking along the Rhine and realized “there’s not much to see in Cologne”. On my way back to the train station I met Shardul. He told me he’s from New York and is now travelling through Germany. I told him that I was going to fly to Miami “I got a friend there. Let’s see if he wants to meet up”. That’s how it ha...

7 days to go … When I woke up this morning, it was the first time that I realized I will be gone for one whole year. That’s a really long time actually. To this point I always was like “Yeah. I’ll leave soon” but it did not really felt like something big. Just another trip. Only for a little bit longer. My last trip through Spain were also only five months and it didn’t feel that long. I think it might be that way because yesterday I started to clean up my room. I put all the stuff from my shelves into a box for two reasons: 1) I don’t want the cats to jump around and throw something off of the shelves and break it. Asshole cats. 2) It’s easier to clean off the dust for my mother who’ll take care of everything. So when I woke up and saw the window sill without all the framed pictures, toys and souvenirs from my trips it felt so … wrong. When I drove to work yesterday I felt so sad. Maybe it was the weather and the fact that I said good bye to a good friend...

"Never hold up travelers." Those were the words with which my personal manager said good bye to me. I was truly surprised how positive my bosses reacted when I told them about my leaving to realize my dream of traveling through America. I’ve been here for only a short time but still it’s sad to leave. It was really laid-back to work there. However, working in a call center has its bad sides, too. Still I had a lot of fun. “We are experiencing technical problems right now. Could you call back later, please?” The truth is that I’m in a terrific Pokémon match. I have to concentrate on that. The coworkers were fun. Had interesting stories to tell. And some incredibly hot! It certainly is good to work in a multinational company. Keeping the focus on what’s coming next: a ass-long trip to Miami, which will be my first stop. I booked a hostel over there as NSA needs an address where you will stay upon arrival in the US. It was the cheapest one and about two weeks late...

Why do we have relationships? This is probably the stupidest question I’ve ever asked. This is not some psychoanalytical entry about life and that friends and family are the most important … which kinda is. But still, they way we enclose friendships or even relationships differ widely. How many times did it happen that somebody introduced you to his friend, colleague or so-what and you thought “I like that guy” or “I don’t like that guy”? Sometimes I can’t even explain why I don’t or why I do like somebody when I first meet him. The same happened while I was travelling. You meet a shitload of people and sometimes you hang out with them out of need because nobody else is there. Or he’s the only other German in town. At home sometimes it’s hard to meet new people, at least for me, just because I don’t know how to interact with them. In a hostel it’s the easiest thing ever. Just go into the kitchen or the “lounge” and say: Hey, how you doing? Bam! Conversation. I had it cou...