PB&J

There is something about making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at a bus station that goes hand in hand with washing your laundry in a tiny bathroom sink. One is a lot more fun than the other.

So far I have eaten more PB&J sandwiches in the last few weeks than anything else. It's not a bad thing, but it's prolly not the best either. Why I say all this I really don't know.

Now washing your laundry in a tiny bathroom sink in a hostel is one of the worst things of all time. It makes that 5 euro laundry cost look really nice. I did the math and I have just about another week, maybe 8 days before I'll need more laundry. Whether this means I'll hand wash it again, or cough up the change is an entirely different question. Finding a Laundromat is not even half as easy as it is in the states, I swear every flat and house around here must have at least 3 sets of machines if they have such a massive influx of Laundromats.

Traveling alone is monotonous, but it also has it's advantages, the biggest of which is there is no one stopping you from doing completely stupid things that you consider to be an all and all good move in the end. Disadvantages include the utter lack of companionship.