I am writing this from a hotel in Mallorca, Spain. It has been almost two weeks since I completed this adventure, and in some way — it feels like a dream — that these days did not happen for real. These six days was so surreal, sometimes so frightening that I did not know what to do. At times a nightmare, alone in the dark with stray dogs coming after you. In this text I will write down my feelings and the way I look at this experience — two weeks later. Through the filter of distance using my altered memory.
And yes; this was a dream, and a nightmare. Heaven and hell. Sometimes I was so afraid that I tried to stop cars for help, for a lift (to take me out of the situation). But they never stopped. I climbed mountains and did enormous detours to flee from dogs chasing me. That was an element of fear every time. But now I am safe.