My dear friends and random readers, I am travelling for a year and a half so far. Almost all the time volunteering without thinking about any money issues. Not because I have it. Just because I believe that every time it will work out somehow. My first half of travelling was looking for already set volunteering placements, where I at least could get food and bed in exchange of my work. After a short stop in my homeland I blindly went on with one way tickets without having a person or job to rely on in the destinations I was travelling to. From the airport to the couchsurfing place and from the couchsurfing place to the street where I was looking for a job. It is not an around-the-world trip of mine. Every stop, every country I am living in, has a concrete significant role for what I would like to do with my life back home. No matter the huge debt in my credit card, I relied on it for my travels. Only on it.
Now, it comes the time when even my credit card is empty. I should say, I am not smart enough in earning money. I am sure there are many good and bad ways in every place to work it out, for which I am blind. Now the fact says I am in Perú, living and struggling in the high Andes, working morning and evening to cover the expense of the cheapest bed in the town and working of heart during the day for an amazing social project with 80 kids and no money to live by.
There is a donate button on my homepage. If you can donate 2$ it can be possible for me to go on. Don't rely on big donations, just rely on many of you.
I thought to make a fundarising to visit Machu Picchu here or for my flight back to Europe. Never thought that I will make a fundarising to survive. But it happened. The most annoying element is that I am happy. I know that one way or another everything will be ok. And that's the way I can think about - to ask you for help. The picture above reminds me of a children's game, called "little chair", which I played as a kid, where the others' hands lift you up. What I can give you back is my gratefulness.
Now, it comes the time when even my credit card is empty. I should say, I am not smart enough in earning money. I am sure there are many good and bad ways in every place to work it out, for which I am blind. Now the fact says I am in Perú, living and struggling in the high Andes, working morning and evening to cover the expense of the cheapest bed in the town and working of heart during the day for an amazing social project with 80 kids and no money to live by.
There is a donate button on my homepage. If you can donate 2$ it can be possible for me to go on. Don't rely on big donations, just rely on many of you.
I thought to make a fundarising to visit Machu Picchu here or for my flight back to Europe. Never thought that I will make a fundarising to survive. But it happened. The most annoying element is that I am happy. I know that one way or another everything will be ok. And that's the way I can think about - to ask you for help. The picture above reminds me of a children's game, called "little chair", which I played as a kid, where the others' hands lift you up. What I can give you back is my gratefulness.
