The itch


I feel this urge to go out and travel again, not to lay on a beach or visit cool undergrounds club in big cities but to get down and dirty on the roads. Its been a long time since I were out on the roads doing something else than being fancily dressed in a beach club and I soarely miss it.

Imagine being in the salt desert in Bolivia again seeing the sun go up over this endless white space eating home made pancake way to early in the morning and having no other worries in the world than hoping that the van wont break down/drive off a cliff/forget us in the middle of the Bolivian mountains.


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