Three days of trains, tents and sandstone in Saxon Switzerland National Park, with a thunderstorm that cost us a friend, a tent that grew mould, and a bridge that made up for it.
Fourteen days, Karachi to Hunza and Gupis, in a thirty-year-old Corolla with a family on board, a forgotten ID card, a landslide, and a hotel that waited for me.
Two families, two campervans, four countries, and 2,500 kilometers of pure adventure: from the emerald alpine waters of Slovenia to the misty canals of Venice, rolling cypress hills of Tuscany, and jagged peaks of the Dolomites.
