Well rested after naps and a good night's sleep, this morning we got to see Stockholm in a non-zombie state. We left shortly after 11:00 and walked 20 to the ferry in Old City to catch the 82 ferry to the island of Djurgården so we could experience the most highly rated thing to do in Stockholm: the Skansen.
After eating a delicious, healthy and free breakfast at the hostel, Carol and I decided to go check out Sankt Jørgens Sø, a series of human-made rectangular lakes marking the western edge of the city. There were countless runners out and about, as well as families going for strolls with children, making it a quintessential fall Sunday morning in a beautiful European city. Soon we decided to grab some coffee and sit outside of the cafe people watching and absorbing the culture of Copenhagen, which included lost of talented and creative street performers.
When I told one of my friends who had been to Malta just a few months ago that I would be spending 6 days here, he told me I would be bored. It's a small country with not much to do, he said. And while it is small, and the sites are limited compared to other destinations, there is plenty to do and I was far from bored. Every day I spent in Malta my love for the tiny nation grew and grew.
Well when I showed up to buy the ticket, the person working said they didn't offer any bus stopping in Trikala. I was extremely confused but didn't have time to argue because this happened while the rest of the group was waiting for me illegally parked with our rental cars. She instead offered a 5:30 AM bus to Larissa where I could then get a train to Trikala, which ended up being cheaper overall and let me sleep in a little bit. So it all worked out.
Travel rarely goes as planned which is not always a bad thing. And the chances of things changing increases when you’re with a group and have more people to coordinate. Today we were initially going to split into two groups to go see the Radavc Caves and waterfall – one group leaving earlier in the morning and the other group (including me) would sleep in a bit and stay for a shorter period of time. But one thing led to another and we ended up all going together, with the exception of Calvin who stayed back to do his own thing.
We live in a world where, according to society, trans people don't deserve to exist. The basic act of being alive - of breathing, of resisting this societal standard - is in itself revolutionary. It took me a long time to understand that and realise the value in my own life. I spent too much time believing that the path which society has set forth for trans people was the only option. It took taking a leap of faith and going on a trip with ten total strangers across Siberia in the middle of winter to truly discover that there's more to life than what is expected of me.
This morning, after grabbing breakfast and checking out of our hostel in Belgrade, all of us pilled into a bus that would take us from Serbia to Bosnia and Herzegovina. The drive - for the portions of it that I was awake for - was breathtaking. We passed through small river towns, mountains, villages, and farm land. The constant change in scenery revealed just how dynamic and incredible Bosnia and Herzegovina is.