Funny how things work.
Today I have probably bought the trekking boots that I'll wear during this mind-blowing trip.
It is a kind of a link of my present with this planned future.
My old trekking boots were bought in June 2007, just before I departed to Iceland, and they've accompanied me not only through those lands of ice, but also to those in Gascony, Graubünden, Bayern, Sardinia, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Finland, Karelia, Aland, Leon, Zamora, the Pyrenees, Bulgaria, Berlin, Norway and Ireland (not to mention the local mountains here in the Basque Country).
I couldn't find a better companion for my journeys in the wild.
Now, almost three years later, they've got a hole upon the thumb toe of the right foot and they deserve retirement.
Tibetarrak, Txinako begipuntuan.
6 years ago