In which the streets of Bucharest expand to display it's monolithic buildings, disrepair and eclectic churches.

In which we venture beyond the bounds of Oslo; a river winds north and we briefly return to nature.

In which we visit the town of Sintra, a castle touching the sky, and a Palace that seems to have emerged from another reality.

In which we underestimate the distance of a path and find ourselves stuck on a beach; but we learn that even the most dire situations can work out for the best.

In which a bus takes us down the Rhodes coast; we spend our first two nights camping on beaches; and the only available meal is Greek Salad.

In which I learn the history Spike Island; wax prisoners lurk within it's walls; and the surrounding land reclaims the rubble.

In which places exist in Copenhagen that shouldn't; we visit an imperfect utopia; and getting lost turns out to be the perfect activity.

In which the most interesting aspects of Brno are under the streets, not above.