I hitchhiked between 1969 to 1976..
twice overland to India..whole of Europe..
and finally West Africa…they told me to write a book..
but I was too lazy..shame on me
So..in this journal…you will all be able to travel with me…
my mood,happy thoughts,unhappy moments..
everything will be related..hope you all enjoy..
in these days…i had a beard as well…
nowadays…i still have a beard..
I’ve always been an eccentric fellow..
in 1966 i got my degree in chemistry (laborant)
in these days..flower power was in full swing..
the music was great..I lived in a village of 13,000 inhabitants..
northeastern corner of Belgium..in 1966..I grew my hair long..
ditto beard..I became the first hippie/beatnik of this place..
had to swallow lots of shit..long hair,clothes..well..you know..
used to hang out in the local pubs/discos with my friends..
my Dad was an alcoholic..I got a key from our house..
and whether i came in at 4 in the morning..or did not come in at all..
nobody bothered..total freedom..
we had great times..boozing..laughing our asses off in the pub..
i used to go out barefoot sometimes..they declared me nuts..
my Dad had to swallow lots of shit because of me..
local villagers pointed me out..what a scumbag…
later on..in 1974..these same people..shook my hands..
after some articles were published in a local newspaper..
about my overland trips to India etc..
telling…well..tiger..you may be strange..
but you have seen something of the world..
I shook their hands..but..I thought..fuck you,mates..
i don’t like double standards in life..