Sprayed
Heavy clattering water on my tent I wake up from a huge downpour. The water is clattering on my tent. The fabric is sagging. Strange, no rain was expected, but yes, the rain radar is… Lees meer…
Tag: Wildcamping
The Twelve Village Trail
Sweltering and suffocating Even just in my boxer shorts and without a blanket over me, I’m barely making it through the night at the inn. I had somewhat forgotten, but Spaniards, and thus also Portuguese,… Lees meer…
The end
A lazy start pays off The wind howls around the egg. The starting point is unfavorable and the wind blows full force. Some rain also comes through the window. Luckily, I can keep it mostly… Lees meer…
Sleeping in an egg
Extra enjoyment in my nomadic life A beautiful sleeping spot truly adds so much extra enjoyment to my nomadic life. And this place is one of those. I am sleeping in a magnificent spot, right… Lees meer…
Time to relocate
Sydkust After saying goodbye to Joëlle, Mark, and the dog Fee, I set off again. Although the route along the south coast continues from east to west, a new path begins from Ystad: the Sydkust,… Lees meer…
Drink a beer, the bathroom’s near
Expensive shower My little tent is indeed pitched a bit awkwardly at the campsite, over two spots. But it doesn’t matter, it’s not busy anyway and last night I couldn’t see a hand in front… Lees meer…