26. Something feels off

Inching closer to Warszawa every day.

The day started off pretty good after leaving the BnB, and I got quite far. Some roads were scary, most were really good, and some were very sandy.

Still haven't figured out were all the sand comes from. The nearest coast is 270km away.

The phone ran out of batteries during the early afternoon, leaving me without any sort of navigation. I knew that I was far from any village or restaurant where I could charge it back up. I sheepishly knocked on the first farm house I could see, phone and charger in hand.

Marian, the sweetest Polish grandpa.

I got invited into the garden belonging to Marian and his wife Anna. Anna had a lot of cake left over since a recent family party, and I eagerly ate while listening to Marian's stories, in Polish with some Germans words mixed in. I didn't get all of it, but understood the most.

He had travelled a lot, all the way from Finland and the Baltics to the Netherlands, Ukraine and northern Africa.

His river-trip on the Nile River was amazing, but Kairo and Tunisia was too much "tumult-tumult". They also eat too little pork over there. The food in Greece is bad. The best food in Europe is on Mallorca, where they give you huge servings of barbequed pork.

He had a visit from an Englishman one winter 7 years ago, who liked to run around in the snow with bare feet. I think, it was a little bit unclear. But Marian has worked with planting new trees in the Forest Reserve next to his house for the last 25 years. Then he told me something about Chinese scooters that I didn't understand at all, but I smiled and ate the rest of the cake. The coffee was also delicious. I thanked them both and went on my way, with 50% battery on the phone.

Not too sure about this place.

The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder. Tonight it will be just 4°C. There was not a lot of time to select a good spot, so I had to settle for this (location).

I'm normally not too paranoid about the camp spots that I chose, but for some reason this place creeps me out, and I fixed the hammock up as low as possible too make it more stealthy Just a weird, eerie feeling that I just can't shake. Maybe it is a combination of this spot, a general feeling of loneliness on the road, and doubts about the trip. Maybe it is the early onset of an upcoming depressive phase. Sometimes I feel a bit down just before a manic phase starts, so it could be that as well.

Maybe I'm just overthinking stuff. I better use the last battery I have to memorize the way to the city Łomża southwest from here, where I am heading towards tomorrow. Dobranoc!