18/7 at 23.30 I arrived back in Gent.
It feels all very normal.
Like my year of traveling just happened overnight.
But to me this year feels like I have lived 10.
I haven’t changed, I’m still the same. I wasn’t searching for anything, but what I found were good and loving people, friends everywhere. And amazing nature all around. And I’ve got a lot of evidence to prove the good in mankind.
I’d do it again anytime.
This is sometimes recognisable, but not completely: