Budapest is a good city for walking. Here are some of the things we saw along the way.








And our art was amazing, right?
Budapest is a good city for walking. Here are some of the things we saw along the way.








And our art was amazing, right?
This is the type of hostel I’ve always wanted to stay at but never have. When – well, when I feel like it – I think I’ll post about a bunch of highlights from this random travelling. It’s doing my soul good.

Something Budapest and Vienna seems to have in common is their preference for huge pillows. Not something to complain about.

Budapest views in greys and blues.
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I’m in Budapest and I would love to tell you all about it but I’m busy being in Budapest. You get a photo.

About that time when we killed a goat and ate it for lunch, and about my unexpected patriotism when I realised it was the Swedish national day.










A few journal pages at the same time, because now we come to where I didn’t put as much effort into every page. But we still have a beautiful painting by my friend Tami, and some more stories from our time in the desert.



Aaand further into the desert.

When we went to the desert.

The story of the small town by the Kenyan border.

The time we went to Busia. Quick bus sketch and me getting malaria.

