“The concept of time, as it’s commonly understood by normal people with normal jobs and normal goddamn lives, doesn’t exist on the road. The nights spread out like the dark, godforsaken highways that distinguish them, and the days run together like Thanksgiving dinner smothered in gravy. You never really know where you are or what time it is, and the outside world starts to fade away.
Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star
Roadtrips are simply the best. It's like doing something, without actually doing anything. Just sit, enjoy the ride. No obligation to know what time is it (it's fun time) or even more - what date it is. No obligation to wear shoes. Pasta with the cheapest sauce found in the supermarket cooked in complete darkness on a small cooker tastes better than a fancy restaurant dinner. Taking a shower equals swimming in the ocean. And brushing your teeth means that you will have to deal with absoltuely unreal views and sunrises. Roadtrip is when you actually forget to take pictures.
22 hours. This is how long it takes to drive from Aachen, Germany to Dubrovnik, Croatia. With few essentials stops along the way, like McDonald's in Austria, where they offer way better McFlurry than in Germany. Point for you, Austria.
And it does not matter that you did not sleep for those last twenty-two hours. Being tired because of traveling is nothing like being tired because of working slash studying. Breakfast in the harbour, sighseeing in forty degrees heat and dying a bit, drinking disgusting liquor before twelve pm, all comes along. Even when your eyes are red and you could take a nap literally everywhere.
And that was only the first day. Not bad.