Change of Plans, and then some

Poland is out. As is Slovakia.

What I had hoped to do and thought I could do are being re-evaluated, and I think 'tis best to stick to my chosen path. Been spending the last week or so asking questions and debating what to do. I must admit that I have reached a more difficult mountain that I must overcome: That of depression and homesickness. Disapointments and doubt now assail me, and I must admit my hopes are not what they were. But I smile and shoulder the burden. I know that this fit will pass and I know that in the end I will have only pride for this adventure. We are human, and I think we must allow for momentary feelings of guilt or sadness.

I still think I want to go see Berlin, but my path will take a slightly different route; into Hungary, begin in Budapest and see other, smaller towns and cities. The hostel here has a book swapping routine, and I have picked up something titled "Europe on a shoestring", which is much more useful than my copy of Rick Stevens "Europe Through The Back Door".

In any case, Hungary is my next destination, and I hope that Budapest will be worth it.