This should have been a very different post. Either one where I write about one year of traveling has past, and where I reminisce about what has changed and so on (there will be a post that, just not today). Or one, where we tell you all how we're not going to post anything for twelve days because we are going on a container vessel, crossing the ocean to Japan. We had planned that quite a while, where we wanted to go from Japan to South Korea and afterwards Russia via ferry, and take the transsiberian train once again, this time from Wladiwostok all the way to Saint Petersburg. But, first Russia wouldn't give us another visa if we're not in our home country, and now the situation in Japan prompted the shipping company to cancel the trip. We would have arrived in Yokohama. You know, where that cruise ship with those 3000 passengers in quarantine is. Yeah.

Anyway, because we have to leave Australia soon for Visa reasons, new plans had to be made. Going to Japan or Korea by plane didn't seem like a wise thing to do, as we don't know how the situation will evolve. So instead, turning those lemons life gave us into lemonade, we are now on our way to the airport, getting a flight to Porto, Portugal, where we plan to buy some nice bicycles, and cycle back home to Germany. Being spontaneous and all that.