When I woke up, I knew I was going to have to dance.
But before, I first walked a bit through the residential areas of the oil city:
…often, when I’m looking at buildings like these from the outside, I can’t help but wonder what might be going on inside. Are the people in there happy? Are they sad? Maybe they are all at work and nobody’s home? Or maybe they are busy making food or something? …I wonder how many of them are making babies while I’m looking at their house from the outside.
Next thing I know I’m out on the highway again, and my next destination is 300km away:
No joke, dammit!
Then finally, the 4-0-0-0 dance – even though I had been waiting there for quite some time, nobody ever showed up for me to dance with, so I ultimately decided to dance with the cars on the highway:
The highway was long, straight, and boring:
Sometimes there would be little roads leading to what looked like some cozy villages:
…but I didn’t have time to go and check them out.
Instead, I was obliged to share my part of the highway with a massive amount of large noisy trucks:
Not very pleasant.
See the sudden sharp left turn on the map?
Well, that’s when I decided to leave G312 and rather continue walking on a parallel road in the south:
Very nice down there. Beautiful sceneries…
…and it was very quiet, too…
…I mean extremely quiet:
So much better than that stupid highway!
The only downside: there was no place for me to sleep.
So I started looking around, and I eventually managed to find a camping spot that I liked – soft yet firm underground, only 50 meters away from the street but yet not easily visible…
…and it was still early enough for me to see what I was doing.
When I had everything set up and was getting ready to have my dinner of crackers and canned corn, I looked up at the sky, and I swear there was more white than there was black up there.
So many stars!
…I just sat there, staring at the universe.
And I didn’t take a picture.