Different faces same places. // đˇ lost-in-momentsÂ
Closing in on 8pm. Kind of arrived, after all. The challenges of finding food in a city not that much built for travellers anymore. Worked out, eventually. Now, watching the water flow with the river, from the once-close summits to the still invisible sea. A scenery of confined silence in a somewhat loud world. And a hazy moon above the fields.Â
Early evening. Some hours of bright light. To the south. // đˇ 366skiesÂ
(Andere Städte erlaufen, ohne sie zu verstehen. Zwischen Geschichte wuchert fantasieloser Beton, der auch seine besten Tage schon gesehen hat. Eine lange StraĂe, gelb belaubte Bäume, dahinter die Gleise und der Park. Ein Drink am Springbrunnen. Unwissend, wie weit man sich auf Zwischenstationen einlassen will. Im Transit.)
Noon along the route. Mountains turn to hills bearing bridges, rusty pylons holding up wires, dense forests and random old villages. Passing through tunnels for miles, while day gradually gets warmer. Not quite there yet.