Nomadic Tales My perception of small countries is that the chances of finding a secluded spot to pitch a tent without being seen are very low. The land tends to be expensive and fully utilized, and I imagined that landowners wouldn’t appreciate tents on property they’ve paid dearly for. I resisted the temptation to try even a single night of wild camping in Switzerland, fearing a hefty fine. However, I did camp in Luxembourg, not one, but two nights. In Kehl, Germany, just across the river from Strasbourg, I managed one night of wild camping, but it was far from comfortable. Two men walking in the distance kept watching me for about half an hour. Despite my green tent blending into the grassy ground with a forested backdrop, and being 400 meters from the road, they appeared suspicious, stepping left and right, perhaps trying to get a better view. Since wild camping is generally frowned upon in Germany, I usually avoid it, but I wanted to try anyway. I had spent a full week near ...
Nomadic Tales Over the last three days in Montenegro, I’ve climbed a total of 4,250 meters. This includes starting from Peja, at 500 meters, over the Kulla Pass at 1,795 meters, on the first day. Before reaching Mojkovac, while standing in front of Motel Krstac at around 1,000 meters altitude and browsing Booking.com for accommodation options, the SIM card I had bought in Kosovo suddenly stopped working for data roaming. That made the decision simple. I spent the night at the motel so I could go into town the next day to buy a new SIM. In the city center, there was only one Telekom representative office. Other networks had no presence there. The door was locked, and no one was inside. I waited, hoping that maybe the employee was just on their way, even though the opening hours had already passed. Looking for an alternative, since no one was showing up to open the store, I bought a Telekom SIM from a newspaper kiosk across the park. I inserted the SIM into my phone, only to find that I ...