Still can't convince myself that it'd been one year since Mo left for NZ. Just blinked and he was standing right at my station again. Even he himself also doesn't feel like he'd left for so long, as everything around remains so unchanged.
It's interesting to know about the works in farms of picking fruits and digging potatoes. The process of producing food is not as easy as ordering from the menu and wait for the plate to come. Potato eaters should be thankful.
A journey is just like a span of life. I empathize about his experience aboard. People come and go. We may not meet whom we met in our journey again but still, we had met in our life.
I cannot contemplate a long voyage as a hobo. Destinations may be too far to be seen. That is not an exploration of different places, but one's life. One day you asked, “what am I going to do?” Right, that's a question for myself too.
Where will be your next stop, adventurer? S America? Keep an eye on your camera and don't get it stolen under the statue of Jesus in Rio. You have to learn more than just saying policia.
Good luck and hope you're fine!
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