We huddle under a bright red and fury blanket marked with cigarette burns, a blanket that’s been cuddled under for seemingly decades. We are crossing the Macedonian border entering in to Serbia and no radiators are on, the battery level is 43% and the time 21.23.
We have many miles to go before we fall asleep, there are many pages to turn and playlists to be listened to. 750 km and only a chocolate croissant to eat. Still, my life is lacking nothing.Back from Skopje, more pictures might come later.