So after almost 11 months on the road, countless km travelled by foot, on cars, buses, trains, boats and planes on five continents, going one time around the world, contracting diarrhea, having several infections, getting bitten by thousands of blowflies and mosquitoes, and stung by contaminated needles, spending four days in hospital, and getting really pissed off more times that I can count at locals and 'fellow' travellers alike, I decided to change my plans and go home for Christmas. Basically I was caving in. A Portuguese would call the feeling that I had 'saudade', which is more than just homesickness, and as untranslatable without explanations as the German 'Gemuetlichkeit'. It was also a longing for decent food, clean toilets, hot showers, comfortable beds, clean sheets, and basic safety. The fact that I'd never spend Christmas
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