Across Europe in a Car with a Guitar

Upon opening my eyes, the scene was calm and beautiful, the sky already a rich blue. The mood felt right for a wake-and-bake, so I rolled up a most delectable doobie-spliff; an aromal concoction of some hash, a pinch of leaf and a bit of tobacco. Jack continued sleeping while Georgina set about making breakfast with her remarkably efficient kitchen and ample supplies that came with it. As she did so, I sat near and smoked, watching her dice up some vegetables. Glancing around the nearby area, I noticed a young traveller over by his own van. He was engaging in something of a morning yoga routine with one of those big, squishy balls. After a while, he caught my eye and wandered over to our camp rather sheepishly and introduced himself. <a href="https://medium.com/@Denisfury/across-europe-in-a-car-with-a-guitar-f54f0fa7f18d">Read More</a>