travelling is not always just a bliss.

You meet horrible people, you meet thieves. You win, but sometimes you loose.

You cannot always be perfect and sometimes you make mistakes that cost you money or bring tears to your eyes.

This week I want to come back to my Mom and I want to be hugged and I wanna be in a safe place.

And I don’t wanna be lonely.

I hope it’s just this week. I really do. As they say – if it’s good – it’s good. If the shit hits the fan – everything happens at the same time and it piles up. (Or something like this …)

I miss my home and family and friends. And I’m in one of the most beautiful places in the world.

But could it get better soon? I fucking hope it will.