Where did we land?
Our good days have passed – Long ways to walk in the heating sun for bad hitchhiking spots and nobody stopping their car for us. Blisters on the feet make every step a pain in the a..ir. It is hot! 30 degrees and the sweat is running down the stinky road..
The time becomes as chewy as the white plastic covering the tomato fields – everywhere! Each breath tastes like a mixture of dust and pesticides. I never want to buy nonorganic tomatoes again!
At least we found some palmtrees and Kunstrasen on a roundabout – our little oasis 🙂