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 As a digital nomad, a reliable internet connection is essential, but Morocco has been quite a challenge in this regard. With several days' worth of overdue work, I was in desperate need of a stable connection. The already weak signal from the antenna was further obstructed by buildings, making internet access in Merzouga consistently poor and unstable, no matter where I tried. In search of a suitable spot, I moved from one campsite to another. Eventually, I arrived at what I thought was a campsite, only to find a luxury riad instead. A well-dressed man welcomed me, and after I explained my situation, he asked if I wanted to camp. When I said yes, he led me through the back garden, past the backyard gate, and pointed to a sandy patch scattered with low palm trees just outside his property. “You can camp here! Nobody will bother you” he assured me. However, the lack of any protective barrier made me uneasy, and when I voiced my concerns about security, he simply replied...