GREEK HITCHHIKING

part 1: switzerland to greece


The story starts close to home. For context I wasn’t feeling my best when I started my journey. I had delayed leaving for about a month. I didn’t feel ready to start the journey, but not leaving made me feel worse. Eventually I left one afternoon, taking the train out of the city and walking in a generaly southward direction.

I still felt like shit so I didn’t even try hitchhiking, I just walked. At least I was on my way, I had dreamed of adventure for a long time, too long. This was my most ambitious one up to that point. 
I spent my first night on the edge of a wood, without having hitchhiked at all.

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