Interspaces

As I was telling the story of the trip Beograd - Sevilla, I wrote a lot about big cities and busy highways. I left out three of very important episodes which as far away from this atmosphere, happening far away from lively city centers of Barcelona, Milano or Zagreb. Taking place in kind of different time and space, then the rest, containing totally different experiences and being a separate part of the wandering. A complimentary part, but at the same time being a crucial fragment of the trip. Part allowing to taste solitude and this freedom known so well from mountain hiking.

Monfalcone

Between Trieste and Milano we got "stuck" for one day in Monfalcone. A town, where there's practically nothing - and that was the beauty of it. The main square caught in full sun, surrounded by a few old buildings - but none of them on the checklist of sights-to-see. Specific void of time and space between the train and next ride from Blablacar, a void that can be filled freely, but there is not much to fill it with. One thing left is to wander through the streets without any purpose, to sit on every other bench hoping that it will differ from the previous. We're left with time to look at everything carefully - buildings, people, ourselves. Timetasting.

Setting the camp in nearby forest and a trip to the town.

Albino

After making the decision about not going further with hitchhiking we had three days to spend somewhere around Bergamo. Why not Apls, then? We got to the last tram going from Bergamo to Albino and this way we got to next unknown town late in the evening, looking for a place for the tent. Going higher and higher, as far as we could from the last buildings of Albino.

This is how we inhabited a stone mine with view on the mountains, with a little a pathway leading down and with all the time that is possible to have during twenty four hours.

Time for a good breakfast in the morning, late supper with the candlelight of thousand city lights. For talking, playing guitar and cards, and when we ran out of knwon games, to invent new ones. With time for trip "to the town" - again with no purpose, just to drink a beer and look at the people, at the kids spinning on a merry-go-round on Sunday morning. Tasting the remnants of yesterdays party on the main square, still present in the air. Time to find a kilogram cake in a discount price in a small shop and time to enjoy it after we get back to our tent hidden in the stone mine.

And this kind of spending time delivers adventures not less exciting than being in big cities - such as discovering that the stone mine is not totally abandoned and that there are workers on the only way inside, while all of the things and our tent stayed up there...

Guillena

Tired of Sevilla we've spot first random location with a tree sign on map and we hopped on the bus to camp for two more days while waiting for plane back home. Set up the tent under a cactus-like plant, cook carbonara with spanish wine, watch a movie in a forest cinema. Buy strange fruits for some pennies just to find out, that they taste like feet.

Or to gather our things early in the morning and with flashlights on our heads make sandwiches for the road. For the airports in Sevilla and Bergamo, which was our last stop together, before Dani would return to Bulgaria and I would go to Poland, to pack my bags before moving to Sofia.