The vagabond turns into a bohemian when he enters a café. I saw many of them, reading, writing, drinking. So i decided to write a Café guide.
Learn bombastic polish phrases, meet an Israeli on festival tour around Germany, survive a thunder storm, meet benign Bavarians, and listen to oriental music with some Bosnian junior gangsters while riding BMW, Porsche Cayenne & VW Touareg.
It takes you just one day or 600 km. And at the end Jonas will pick you up at the train station of Winterthur.
I burgled the open air swimming pool at six in the morning and crashed into a group of drunk teens. They blustered around, celebrating their holidays. Fisherman sat on the other bank, covert, wafts of mist blurred the vision.
What the hell all this people doing on my lake at six in the morning?
Brusque the cops arrived…and smiled. “Please leash the dog”, they asked very friendly in Swiss German, joked with the guys, explained: “This is a public park.”
A nice place to hang around. With births in aviaries, little fountains, a colorful castle. And two cops who don´t mind the spicy melange which is ready to use.
I found a blog which is called vagabonding and tells the evolution of hitchhkiking in a slideshow and compiles the idea in one sentence:
But for others, like Aaron Bell, who has been hitchhiking around the world for seven years, hitchhiking is more than an option, it’s the main way to get around.
A traveler needs good weather, nice people & some bucks. Now you can help help with the bucks. Feed a vagabond with just one shirt.
Have a look at my spreadshirt shop. Choose a colour, your size and donate some bucks by ordering the shirt.