I said goodbye to the Red Crescent dudes:
Then I was back on the road, which had started to wind around the mountains:
Sometimes, in the valleys, I saw fields of rape (or: rapeseed), and somehow there were always people in them who were taking selfies:
My back felt better than the day before, and I was in good spirits, singing Prince songs, having tea on the roadside:
I waved at shepherds with their flocks of sheep:
I talked to handsome dudes:
And I was generally having a good time, until I ran into a goddamned tunnel:
It was miserable:
But we made it through.
On the other side, a group of people were looking down at me from a hill:
Maybe this meant I could have circumvented the tunnel on a mountain path?
Anyway, I went to a shop and got some water and some cookies. And some chocolate milk.
Next to the shop there was a place that apparently sold minarets:
And then the sun set in a nice, soft way that looked like the word “rosé”:
I tried to take a photo of the Caboose and me walking into the sunset:
It was then that I wished for a travel partner who could have taken this kind of photo for me.
360 degree video of the tunnel: