Yesterday was odd.

I made my way back towards Poland in order to meet some Finnish gods today.

The truck has had a comprehensive beating over the past few trips and for a 27 year old with around 1.5 million Kms on the clock shes entitled to the odd grumble.. so the silencer decided to part company and I’ve got to head into Lublin to have a new one fitted and pray to the high heavens that I can actually afford it.

I see signs that spring is coming and wandered at the quantity of mistletoe, you’re mind takes odd journeys while avoiding potholes on the road.

Google surpassed itself by directing me down a logging road but by then I felt it was a smoother option than the tarmac.

I spend a lot of time at border between Ukraine and Poland the guards and excise people having to go through a fixed routine but humanity is still there albeit veiled, yesterday made about of a mess of my head when a mountain sized man fast tracked me through everything and started to cry at the end, he kept talking about the Russians bombing children and how he just cant understand why, he showed me a photo of his kids and did the same, we hugged like old women. I was still crying as I drove off.