Foreword
I’ve always considered this travel project as a pilot / experimental entrepreneurial project of mine. Take it with a grain of salt, but you may eventually still find inspiration here for your own ideas, or how to approach a project you’ve been dreaming about but never really dared to eventually try out yourself.
Can a life fit into boxes?
You made your decisions, the clock is ticking. You need to sell everything and pack your life into boxes.
You need to move to another apartment very fast. Then in a few weeks you need to pack out from your old apartment and move to a third one. Then in another a few weeks, you need to eventually move all the remaining ruins of your life from Germany back to Hungary.
It’s all stretched, but somehow you manage to pull everything off. There is something in the air, like it’s all meant to be.
The things you need to sell find their new owners, your brother shows up at the best possible moment to help you paint back the walls and to dismantle the shelves, even the new renter is nice, who is taking over the apartment from you and she offers to buy a lot of your stuff.
And all at the same time you really want to make it work, doing it the right thing the right way for everyone. As everyone deserves the best of you, so you are working hard to find solutions and not new problems.
And you start to wonder, is this my life in boxes?
I guess I had some of these thoughts back in August 2024, when I looked at all the ruins right in front of me. That’s what’s left of my life? A decision, seemingly starting to roll like a snowball eventually accumulating into an avalanche. Almost pulling you down and drowning you. All you can do, is try to keep your head above the surface.
Box number one, number two, number three. Is that all that’s left?
But you are not lamenting too much about it. There is no time for that. One solution needs to come after the other, otherwise the whole project fails.
And it was your decision, so you better be on the top of it.
But you are actually kinda cool about it and instead of worrying all too much, you go to watch the next Liverpool game in the Irish pub.
You do it all alone, hopping on your bike and riding through the Münich summer. The beer is fresh and life – well as it seems, life is eventually moving on.
You are drinking the ice cold Guiness, thinking,
“Wow, I actually made this work. Sold literally everything on the second-hand market. Luckily, the Münich second-hand is booming. Even the damn tires were gone from the basement, of the car, that was taken by the insurance. The excel file I built of all the shit I was about to sell, did the whole trick. And me. I guess.”
You organize the last hike to the Alpes for your colleagues.
While thinking, that wow, this was actually something special. Something that doesn’t come twice in life.
And then your colleagues organize a nice farewell for you, that kinda comes unexpected. I mean we worked for years together, but it’s still not something you would expect. Though it’s true, I saw them more than anybody else from my family or friends at that point in my life.
Your manager has a few nice words for you in the bus station on your last day.
As we are standing, waiting for my last bus in front the office, he says
“Wow man, look at you. I remember your first days. You are a man now.”
Or something like that. You just nod, but deeply, you are taking those words into your heart and will likely never forget. Will never forget how you arrived to Münich during Covid times, during curfew and your first days, how you joined remotely to the first team calls. You will never forget how exciting it was to move to a new country, and how challenging it was to live up to the expectations of a world-class company.
And also, how much fun it actually was. I don’t know how is the Amazon office these days, but around that time, there was just a different energy in the room.
Everyone was trying to excel and get locked in to show their edge.
A defining 4 years of my life. There are those guys, who quit corporate and then start to bitch about the whole thing. I do see their point, but I guess it just wouldn’t be credible coming from me as I can thank a huge chunk of life experience to these folks.
And not just to Amazon, but to my very first managers from the very first days working for corporate. Ricardo, Sergio, Nora, Tuyana, Vikas, Denise, Giovanni. Then Ravi, Nick, Volker and Barbara. Names I will not forget.
In the last few weeks before eventually leaving Münich, you make a challenge for yourself. How many parties can you visit? I can tell you. A lot.
Then you go to your last Oktoberfest. You show up alone, meeting strangers.
And then you go with your colleagues for one last time as well.
You eventually hit it to one last afterparty too.
And then, just like that, your time is up in Münich. Like it never was.
You sit on the train, looking at the trees and the alpine mountains as they are passing by at a lightning speed.
The train is moving at 200km/h. You can hardly catchup.
Your retina is moving at a gazing speed from tree to tree, trying to focus, but it’s failing at every milisecond.
Your mind is somewhere else in the quite cabin and you can only hear the metal sliding on metal.
You need to show up at home and reorganize your life.
You don’t know if you could make this right. At the same time you are thinking, what comes next. And what came next was something I could have never imagined.
A secret wish
I took the services of a life coach from Hungary, through my company before I quit from everything.
The conversations with her helped me a lot to make my own decisions and set the right direction for my life.
Around May 2024 time, she asked me, what would I do, if I would not be working for Amazon. I told almost without hesitation, that,
“I would go to Patagonia, Argentina, without flying, crossing the ocean via sailing“.
Then she said something like, “Okay, maybe something more realistic?“
And I said “No, that’s it. That’s what I would do.”
5 months shortly afterwards, I found myself in my mom’s apartment, sitting on her sofa, thinking, what’s next.
I did step out from a life situation, where I felt I needed to move. I felt I grew out the whole thing and I had to switch directions. It’s a hardcore realization, I can tell you that. It pops out of your subconcious like a pimple. And then when you try to remove it, you just can’t.
And it grows bigger and bigger, until you cannot NOT notice it anymore. In fact, you have to face it. And you have to make your move.
And once you make your move, you make your new directions clear, you think you became smarter and wiser. But in fact, you didn’t. You just solved one situation.
So what’s next?
Feeding the inner-child
I didn’t get any smarter, but I was like, well, I was working for the past 7 years straight without stopping, moving countries, always working for promotions as well as finishing a university on the side, I guess, what I can do now, is take a little break, just have fun and think.
I asked for time from everyone in the family.
Especially my mom, who was trying to figure out my situation.
I told, let’s just let the dust settle for a bit.
It all started small. I’ve started experimenting with things I’ve never done before.
What if I would get some earrings? I never had those before. Not that I wanted them anywhere near in my life, but when I faced this new type of freedom, all of a sudden, I was like, why not?
Initially I wanted to blonde out my hair, but Barbara, my manager back at Amazon told, that I shouldn’t, because it will damage my hair. And my hair naturally started to turn into a George Clooney kinda grey style anyway. I was like, why to hurt that? So I stayed with the earrings.
Then I was like, this is cool, now how about a tattoo? I never had those either. My family always labeled tattoos, but a few years before my brother and his wife started to have a few.
Everyone in the family raised their eyebrows, but then you’re like, every miracle lasts till 3 days. And no one really cares anyway.
So I was like, I’ve already internalized just enough stoic wisdom from casual Instagram posts to put Amor Fati (love your faith) on my arm.
What else I could do? Let’s touch the guitar once again, to see how it feels. After not playing it for 7 years straight.
And it felt gooood.
What if I would show up in the gym every now and then?
But not for 45 minutes. For like 3 hours. And do it like every second day. How would it feel to take a good care of myself? Doing something, that I’ve been neglecting for such a long time.
What if I would go to a techno party with my brother and cousin? And my cousin would almost break his toe, while walking down the stairs. Luckily he didn’t.
Or play my all time favorite computer game Heroes 3?
Eventually, these were all the things, I’ve been neglecting of doing for so long. Some, for many years.
They were all feeding my inner-child, and I never let my inner-child to be fed. So I just starved it out until there was no turning back other than to face its needs.
And as I’ve been rebuilding myself back home those weeks, around October 2024 a plan started to form.
A secret plan, that I didn’t really dare to speak about to anyone.
Maybe to my brother and my father, who have always been partners in crime. To go to travel. To go to the end of the world alone. And to do it without flying.
Day 675: How do you prepare to go to the end of the world alone?
I was in a huge battle with myself. I was already 32 and I thought time was passing by.
That’s the right time to settle down, do lifelong investments, find a lifetime partner, build the career, etc.
But I was just coming out from a very long relationship. I was just leaving one of the best career spots in Europe behind. Where else could I go?
You cannot really challenge me anymore with this. I wasn’t ready for another relationship and I definitely wasn’t ready for another workplace.
And somewhere secretly, I felt like, “I’m doing all this because I WANT TO TRAVEL. AND I WILL TRAVEL.”
So at one point around early end of October time, I was like. I rested enough. It was time to build a plan.
Building a plan
And the plan was simple. Let’s sit down at the computer and write down what you want to do into a document. And I wrote down
Option A) Go from Hungary to Patagonia, Argentina in Latin America, without flying
Option B) Fly over to India in the Himalayas for a yoga retreat
At the time I was still hesitant of doing these whole Patagonia thing.
And that was it. And then I was like, which of the 2 of these projects give me more fear inside? And I was like, “It’s definitely Option A.”
And for context you need to know, I’ve never been on the open sea, neither I spoke Spanish, nor I solo-traveled ever in my life. So it had to be Option A.
I was like,
“Okay, so, let’s just think, it’s really Option A. It scares the shit out of me. And somehow, my gut tells me, I have to go where the bigger fear is. The bigger the fear, the bigger the challenge. The bigger the challenge, the bigger the room to grow.”
Then I asked everyone’s best friend, who’s about to take over the world, Chatgpt to draft me a plan.
“I want to sail across the Atlantic Ocean from Spain or Portugal to the Caribbean, and from there continue southward using various means of transportation into the heart of South America, all the way to Argentina, eventually finishing the journey in Patagonia.”
and then I kept prompting Chatgpt to get a clearer plan and my last ask was:
“Put together a 100-point checklist that takes into account everything I might need and everything I should pay attention to throughout the journey — starting from my departure point in Europe, sailing across the Atlantic Ocean, then traveling overland from Central America through South America, all the way down to the southernmost part of Patagonia.”
You can imagine that those 100 points were quite exhaustive. But – and I won’t paste here the whole thing for obvious reasons, just to take a few points from there:
1.Passport validity
2. Visas for the countries
3. International travel insurance with sea coverage
4. Vaccines validity and new vaccines (pl. yellow Fever, hepatitis)
5. Pills against diseases (Malaria)
….
6. Emergency Contacts, International Bank Cards and availability
…
61. Backpack and camping equipment
…
76. Colombia, Peru, Chile route preparation
I think I read the list for 2 minutes and closed the computer. I’ve got overwhelmed. It was too much. It seemed impossible. I was extremely disappointed in myself.
The next day I still came back. Okay let’s ask some other questions this time. Let’s try to approach it from another angle.
“How would you search for the right boat optimizing costs to cross the Atlantic?”
The answer was “Websites, like Crewbay, Findacrew, Facebook groups and other online forums.“
Okay, this sounds actually less overwhelming and more reasonable, I guess.
Luckily soon enough I realized, that I cannot eat the whole pie in one piece. I need to break the whole thing down into pieces. And crossing the Atlantic is just a huge enough chunk already as I never sailed before. I can think about the rest when I get to the Caribbean.
Even though at the time, since it was a huge project and I didn’t have travel experience, I wanted to solve the whole thing from my mom’s sofa. It was obviously not doable. So I was like, “What if I would just check a Facebook Group? Then maybe I could also see how the folks are applying for these kind of routes.“
Then I checked and saw that “Wow, there are actually over 20 thousand members here. It seems like I’m not alone.”
And then it turned out there are dozens of these Facebook groups online. With hundreds of thousands of members. For sailing and for Latin America backpacking as well.
So I started to think, that from a land-closed country, from a small town – where I was, this all looks very distant.
But in fact, there are hundreds of thousands of people actually do or have done this. I’m absolutely not alone.
I was like,
“There is probably 0.1% of the total world population who actually knows, how to cross an ocean via sailing. Maybe even less. So all I need to do, is to find them.”
The clock is ticking
I’ve got one step closer at a time. I was sitting in front of the computer looking at these Facebook groups, thinking, “Man, these guys look so experienced, it’s almost unreal. Impossible to match them. And they also look much cooler than me. I don’t think I can do this.” I’ve got overwhelmed again. And closed the computer.
In the meantime the clock was ticking.
Over a month has passed by ever since I’ve got home, and I didn’t really progress at all with my big, secret plan.
I was afraid to pull the trigger on the project. I was progressing slowly and I was full of doubts. The truth is, I was deadly afraid of the ocean. And it all looked so far away from my little home town.
I learned from these Facebook groups, that the Atlantic crossing window was open from mid-end of November until about February. There was just no point to cross later than that, because the Caribbean season only lasted till June, when the Hurricane season starts there. More on that later.
At the same time, I clashed with my mom several times over my plan.
I was living a free life for over a month in her apartment and she wanted answers. She didn’t want to hear about me going to travel. And I didn’t want to hear about her not wanting to hear about, what I wanted to do. I was a grown-ass man. And she still treated me like I was 5 years old. Her frustration was understandable and I had compassion for the situation. But the tension was growing between us.
So it was time to level the game.
Finding the 0.1%
I actually checked my 0.1% estimate, and I overestimated, here is Gemini’s answer:
But let’s just stay with 0.1.
If I wanted to do this, there was no more time to waste.
Mid-end October time, I went to the local library and I rented out ALL the sailing books. Every single one of them.
At the same time, I entered to EVERY SINGLE FACEBOOK GROUP on crew finding and ocean crossing.
I started to listen to podcasts from Hungarian sailors who crossed the ocean.
I felt, because Hungary was land-closed, there was an extra psychological barrier to break down as a Hungarian. Hungary doesn’t have access neither to sea nor the ocean. So the knowledge to cross an ocean, was simply not in the national consciousness.
So I simply could not ask for practical advice neither from my friends, nor my surrounding.
When I told my mom what I was planning to do, she understandably freaked out.
She was afraid to step her toe into the lake of Hungary, to lake Balaton, not to cross an ocean via sailing.
She thought the devil came into me and I was getting crazy. But in fact, I never had more clarity in my life. I knew what I was doing and I was doing all the homework in the background.
To get closer to the 0.1%, I took out the auto-biography of Francis Chichester and I was going to bed with his book every single evening.
Chichester’s story inspired the biggest Hungarian sailor, Nandor Fa – as I learned from one of his interviews.
Hungary partially, actually has surprising background with ocean sailing, lake Balaton is a huge sailing hub.
And Nandor Fa, pretty much the most well-known Hungarian sailor has participated in the Vendee Globe (the biggest global circumnavigation competition) 3 times.
I was soaking in the knowledge day by day.
I was heavily studying ocean sailing and was spending a ridiculous amount of time in the gym.
The momentum was building.
At the same time I was also preparing mentally.
I was listening a lot of podcasts on neuroscience – a field that deeply fascinates me, especially in the era of artificial intelligence.
Imagine this. Without going into too much details:
Deep learning is a subset of machine learning driven by multilayered neural networks whose design is inspired by the structure of the human brain.
Let’s just soak this in for a second.
The biological design of the human brain inspired AI researchers to create machine learning and enable the deep learning of artificial intelligence. The very artificial intelligence everyone is using today.
The human brain is one of the most capable machines designed by mother nature. It’s literally the most plastic organ in your body. It can create new synopses between neural cells and it can form new connections.
From nothing.
That’s how you learn. But as we grow up, we tend to forget how potent this machine actually is. It’s extremely powerful. We just forget how to use it.
And more than often we just use it in the wrong way. Sometimes quite the opposite way. Watching brainrotting Netflix, TikTok, Instagram. Am I right? Yes, I’m looking at you over the screen. Haha. Don’t worry, I do that too. Not proud of my brainrot content addiction. But what at least I developed in this particular case was, awareness.
And I was using everything in my surrounding to learn more about sailing.
I used all my senses. Podcasts, books, documentaries. All at the same time to create a shortcut in learning.
I’ve got in touch with people in Facebook groups, who were also looking for boats.
First, with beautiful girls mostly. But they wouldn’t respond.
Sadly.
So I had to find guys with similar thoughts and intentions instead.
I found this guy, called Marcin, with a huge moustache, from Poland.
He wasn’t exactly what I was going after, but in the end, I had to cross an ocean and chasing girls was just a secondary motive.
And I could 100% relate to his story. He left his software engineering job and sold everything so he could travel. Just like I did.
Aaand: He responded!
Funnily enough, we are still friends and we are still in touch after 2 years.
He was searching for a boat for over a month as a hitchhiker. When he was just about to give up, a regata boat captain reached him out. Then he crossed the ocean with a beautiful regata in about 22 days.
Not all too bad from a hitchhiker! Funnily, then he crossed with another boat from the Caribbean to Colombia, where he started working in a hostel, in Medellin.
Source: https://rorc.org/2025-rtr-wrap-up
A year after, when I eventually made it to Colombia by boat, I reached him out to give me the contact of that hostel in Medellin. That’s the hostel I’m working in right now! This is my headquarters for blogging and vlogging.
Eventually, from Colombia he flew back home and since started working as an AI engineer. So if AI brings down the world, you can blame it on him!
In addition to building contacts and reading a lot about sailing, it was time to build a plan on sailing.
I could give that to my mom that she was worried. The least I could do was to mitígate the risks that come with sailing across an ocean.
So I came up with 3 simple steps:
- Try yourself out in sea conditions. In other words, go to a sea sailing course.
- Do the shorter Gibraltar to Canary Islands leg first via sailing. This seemed less risky than crossing an entire ocean without knowing what to expect.
3. If I complete step 1 and 2, I can eventually try and find a boat on The Canary Islands that would take me to the Caribbean.
With about 800 sea miles behind my back, it sounds very doable.
While I couldn’t justify this to my mom – who was the most worried of all in the family, I could justify this plan to myself based on the information I soaked in the past months. It all looked possible.
Step 1: Try yourself out in sea conditions.
RYA (Royal Yachting Association) Course
After doing some research, I learned that RYA is the most common international education institute across Europe, that does sea sailing courses.
In addition to that, I needed a strategic spot, that was close enough to the ocean, so I wouldn’t need to travel too much from the sea sailing course to the ocean exit.
So after evaluating pretty much all the available options in November time in Europe, I quickly came across a school in Gibraltar that was offering a small group course for 750 pounds, approx 850 EURs. If you think about it, that the 850 EUR course might actually save your life, it’s probably worth taking it.
Later on, I’ve met with several hitchhikers in Spain, who had little to no experience, and yet they still made it safe to the other side.
You need to evaluate what’s worth it for you.
For me that 850 EUR definitely worthed it to see how I physically and mentally react to sea conditions.
The clash
Things started to shape out, and the more confident I became, the more lost my mom was about, what the fuck I was planning to do with my life.
So at one point – seemingly unavoidably, we came to a clash point – where I realized I won’t be able to convince her and I just needed to do my own thing, regardless what she thinks.
One Sunday afternoon at the family lunch table, while my niece was also around, all the frustration bursted out of her and she poured out everything on me. That “I was a lazy kid, I was worthless, I’m not working, I don’t have plans, I’m heavily progressing backwards with my life, and this will end up badly.”
And normally these tactics would have always worked in any other situation before, but not this time. I was so convinced, that my plan would work out that I said, this was it.
I had a strong vision, I did all my homework and I was ready to execute on it.
I left the lunch table – it was not nice I can tell you, called my father to borrow his car, and in one afternoon I moved out every single thing of my mom’s apartment and I moved it to my father’s house. She only learned about it a week later (as she was in her house).
I’m not proud of any of this, but I feel it’s important to tell you, that when you have a strong vision for something, some people in your close surrounding may have other opinions. And then your dream hangs on your fierce will, how strongly you actually want the thing.
Your life’s reality is likely extremely different versus the people in your surrounding.
No one has lived your life, only you did.
No one can see inside your head, how it works.
And eventually, if you have a strong willpower and you are stubborn enough, you can shape your own reality.
At the time I came back to Hungary, I have already proven in a different country. I built up a personal brand inside a world-class company. I was like, if I really wanted a thing, I will make it work, regardless what other people thought.
The gear
I was also surprised of my own will. It looked like, this was really important to me.
And I was ready to go to the edge for it.
Once I moved to my dad’s place, I started building the gear.
I needed a strong enough backpack, that would serve me long enough till I reach Patagonia. That was big enough to pack everything into it, so I chose an 80L backpack, that seemed large enough for everything I needed.
In terms of clothes and other accessories, I made a list that was an absolute overkill, and I had to gift away loads of my stuff or send it back home.
You can see the full list below.
Looking back this list, now I see it’s absolutely RIDICULOUS.
But at the time I didn’t have any experience and I needed to learn the hard way, what I didn’t actually need. I will make some notes inside the list where it was an overkill with text
Medications
- Anti-malarial medication absolute overkill, still have these pills, likely already expired, but in 2 years never been to malaria affected área, if I had I could have easily bought pills on the go
- Painkillers overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Anti-inflammatory medication overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Motion sickness medication overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Headache medication overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Shower gel
- Mosquito repellent spray overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Tick repellent spray or tablets overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Band-aids overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
- Wound disinfectant overkill, you can buy it on the go in any pharmacies if you have a problem
1) Electronics
- Principle: Everything should be as compact as possible and multifunctional. Ideally, use layered clothing to cover different weather conditions.
- Bring as little as possible
- 2 phones (one better, one worse)
- Chargers for everything
- At least 1 power bank
2) Land Clothes
- 10 underwear ABSOLUTE OVERKILL, RIDICULOUS. 4 underwear should be enough
- 15 pairs of socks ABSOLUTE OVERKILL, RIDICULOUS 4-5 pairs of socks should be enough
- 2 caps OVERKILL 1 is enough
- Safety jacket
- Shorts 2 shorts enough for Spain and the Caribbean you can always buy cheap in any shop
- 2 warm jumpers/fleeces 1 fleece is enough had to send back the other
- 1 pair of slippers
- 5 cotton T-shirts max 1 of Cotton Tshirt. Cotton is a killer, absolutely useless as a traveler, I left all Cotton T-shirts behind. There is a saying as a hiker, that cotton kills. it soaks in moisture once you start to sweat and sticks your own sweat to your body. Then you get cold, and then you are done.
- 5 polyester T-shirts I have now about 4 poliéster T-shirts and 1 cotton Kiss The Journey T-shirt. I only use the cotton one for the branding, otherwise it’s completely useless.
- Jeans ABSOLUTELY UNNECESSARY. OR BETTER SAY STRICTLY FORBIDDEN AS A LONG-TERM BACKPACKER. I had to leave it behind
- 2 sweatpants unnecessary, I sent them back
- 2 base layers 1 base layer is completely enough
- +1 jacket this was tricky because I was traveling from winter to summer. I sent it back eventually
3) Sea Clothing & Equipment
- 2 pairs of swim shorts 1 is absolutely enough
- 2 lightweight towels I still have 2, but 1 is enough
- Snorkeling gear you don’t need it you can always borrow one
- UV-protective polyester waterproof tops
4) Toiletries
- Toiletry bag
- Toothpaste
- Toothbrush
- Underarm deodorant
- Shower gel
- UV protection/sunscreen
7) Sailing Equipment
- Rubber boots – maybe I could use it in Gibraltar, in one storm, otherwise it was completely unnecessary. then had to send it back.
- Waterproof trousers it was useless, it didn’t save me from getting wet
- Waterproof jacket
- Life jacket if necessary
8) Other
- Water bottle, possibly several you need one
- Spanish books NO BOOKS PLEASE. MAXIMUM ONE. I HAD TO GET RID OF ALL MY BOOKS. WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT’S EXTRA WEIGHT. PROHIBITED.
- Ukulele
- Ukulele book for learning songs NO NO NO NO NO
- Thermos for tea
- Notebook for writing 1 small notebook is absolutely enough to capture your thoughts, otherwise your phone is already there
- Harmonica
- VERY basic food
- Small tactical bag for shorter/day hikes
What I missed here, that turned out to be eventually one of the most important stuff, is the camping gear.
So I had to come through some painful realizations that I packed my bag full of T-shirts, but I didn’t have a small tent or mat, that I could sleep on, that could have been extremely handy in Gibraltar or The Canary Islands.
Later on, I had to send back about 10kg of stuff from The Canary Islands to Hungary and buy a mat, and some other camping stuff.
In total, I have probably spent roughly 800EURs on all my gear included shoes, boots, life vest, jackets, and all the above mentioned ítems.
The vaccines
Meanwhile I was looking out for my father’s dog, who had a lime-disease and I had to carry him in my arms to the vet, because he was completely paralysed having inflammation in his joints. So every second day, he would get his steroid vaccines. At the same time I had to look out for my own jabs as well.
Luckily he’s got recovered and he became a very happy dog. So happy, that my father had to get rid of him as he grew and became bigger, stronger and faster. So he donated him to a family who could take better care of him.
I had to update my yellow vaccine book, with hepa A, B, tetanus, etc.
This cost me about 300 EURs. But I think it has probably already saved my life. Sometimes running into rusty nails and stuff like that. These are things you cannot really avoid when you travel long term, so this is absolutely your responsibilty to get all your vaccines updated before starting to travel.
You don’t need dengue for example, but Hepa, yellow fever, tetanus should be there. I’ve consulted with a lab in Budapest before leaving and the doctor gave me all the jabs necessary.
The resolution
In the meantime, my mom realized that I’m not backing down and in a few weeks time she had to accept my decision. She thought her son was going to war. And she had to live with it.
So at that point she just wanted to make sure that we won’t say farewell on bad terms. That was never my intention either.
Farewell
This part never comes easy.
But at the time I was so convinced that I needed to do this that I just wanted to make sure that I leave everything behind on good terms with everyone.
I went to see my beautiful cousin on her prom night.
Then eventually I said goodbye to my granny. This was one of the most difficult probably.
Then my mom brought me to my brother’s place.
She packed me sandwiches for the road. I really tested her nerve system but she seemingly took it fairly okay in the end.
It wasn’t easy for her for sure, and I think this time apart, probably has atested her mostly as she has always devoted her life to the family. Seeing his son leaving, was just not making sense.
Then I asked my niece to draw me a #DAY 1 drawing.
Then my brother took me on the 5th December morning to Budapest to the bus stop so I could start my trip.
So I could go to the end of the world alone without flying.
And that’s where the whole Kiss the Journey experience has started.
