Summer of ´73

I feel like a 20 year old again. That summer spent hitching around Europe on a shoe-string budget. Sleeping on trains and struggling to communicate.

Only now I have a bigger safety net: a couple of credit cards and some rickety foreign language skills. Each day brings new sights and excited expectation. Notice there's no mention of summer romance. See how I have matured as a person.

Now all need is a cambert cheese to over-ripen in the heat of my cycle bag and the memories will be complete.