This trip was pure rock and roll. No planned accomodation, no plans at all except for having booked tickets to Metallica’s concert months prior. I could write a book about all the crazy things that happened or that were said or heard. We got a thunder inked on out legs that will forever remind us of this trip and who we are, and our friendship. 

 

I was thinking of writing some stories on here, but i decided not to for now. I am unsure whether this statement makes it pretentious or not. Or if it romanticizes it.