In the last days I've moved through north Europe with public transports, starving in 8 hours coach rides across France, sleeping in buses, jogging in train aisles, and hating every second of that.
Then at 6.30 one morning, I got to sleep on a bed in a friend's house, and then I climbed. After one second nothing of the hassle I had gone through was anymore in my mind, I was just happy, and I got happier, as I kept meetind friends, touching new boulders, and feeling part of a climbing community I always loved.
You never know until you go.
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