Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.
Man I have not had fun these past two days. Yesterday I ended up sick spewing in a bin at the train station then spewing like 3 times on the train. Train was bloody six hours. I thought maybe it was a hangover but Brent was spewing as well. Both of us smashed some pork knuckle at Oktoberfest so we are thinking it was that as we didn’t get that drunk on the last day. I eventually got some food down at ten pm then at 4am woke up and spewed. Then today I woke up not to shabby however now my stomach, and especially my back are in pain. WHYyyyy in Amsterdam! The greatest city of them all. I think it’s kidney pain as I haven’t drank like any water these past couple of days. And to top it all off fucking aunt flow decided to come around for a visit. But positive vibes! I will drink heaps of water! And hopefully this pain will subside … Right guys