- 118,089 kms
Average distance of hitchhiked trip: 215 kms
- 1484 good experiences
I am a part-time vagabond, an adventurer, a wayfarer, a modern nomad, a tramp and a wanderer. Whatever you may call me, it all kind of adopts to my restless feet and the inability to stay still, the inability to stay in one place.
I stick my thumb out on a road and see what happens. I hitchhike.
In recent years I lived, studied and evolved in Hannover, Germany. Whenever I needed a break, coming back felt like coming home. And it certainly still does. Yet this kind of inner gravity always brought me back to this one place and true passion of mine – the road. Now that it felt right, I left a lot of my own securities behind to dedicate my life to this beautiful uncertainty of traveling until – well, time will tell. Living nomadically with nothing but my possessions in a backpack, surrendering to my insatiable wanderlust and hitchhiking as my only constant.
Today, I feel at home wherever I am with people that I get along with well; I suppose you could say I have a lot of homes.
I would always choose a couch, a hammock, a tent or a piece of earth over renting a room somewhere. The seemingly uncomfortable is what I often strive for while facing moments of happiness and fear. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses – and food may be one of mine, especially the varieties of it I haven't tried yet. Also digging through trash is fun, sometimes even romantic. I would prefer a dumpsterdived meal shared with friends over a five-star cuisine anytime – and the perception of romanticism is yet to be reclaimed.
This system is to be torn down and I want to be there to watch infinite possibilities sprouting. Although quite contradictory in some ways, my political views flow somewhere between the ones of an anarchist and a marxist. Also I would claim to be a feminist. So feel free to hold me accountable.
I am the type of guy who is constantly curious about everything – the cultures, the stories, the smiles and the people behind it. I try to act like a sponge when going to a new place I have never been to, I try to immerse myself into every experience and soak my soul with its depth. I am trying to follow wherever the next sunrise and sunset takes me. Eventually always. Embracing new experiences, endlessly changing horizons, and each brand new day as a way of living. Exploring what it means to be me every day, yet joyful to exist, trying to give myself a sense, struggling and fighting for laughter and dreams. I have never felt more alive.
"A wayfarer may be delicate or crude, artful or awkward, brave or cowardly – he is always a child at heart, living in the first day of creation, before the beginning of the history of the world, his life always guided by a few simple instincts and needs. He may be intelligent or stupid; he may be deeply aware of the fleeting fragility of all living things (…) or he may merely follow the commands of his poor stomach with childlike greed – he is always the opponent, the deadly enemy of the established proprietor, who hates him, despises him, or fears him, because he does not wish to be reminded that all existence is transitory, that life is constantly wilting, that merciless icy death fills the cosmos all around." – Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (1930)