
Oh harsh reality. Sometimes those things you wanted tho try the most, end up being gilded doors to a path of suicidal thoughts.
Like the one who dreamed to bungee jump then heard his cord snap, or the one who wanted to go salsa dancing then realized, had no sense of rhythm and felt uncomfortable with all the grinding.
This has pretty much been my experience traveling as a “true backpacker”.
Nik and I had been traveling by ourselves for a while, that means sleeping when we want, eating what we want and going to places we like. A pretty good life, if you ask me. It isn't too complicated to do either, all you need is a car, a good travel mate and off course money.
