I am nearing the end of my time on the continent of Europe. Tonight is my last night in a hostel, which also happens to be the location of my show. I arrived in Prague around 17:00 tonight, and will leave tomorrow morning at 06:29, bound for Amsterdam.

I’m tired, but I’ve gotten used to this life. I’ve spent three weeks riding the rails, and I feel like I could do it for another three weeks. I have a feeling I’m going to miss it when this tour is over. This is, after all, the life I’ve wanted for a long time. It’s hard work, no doubt, but more than worth it. When I’m old and gray, I want to know that I’ve earned my wrinkles. I think I’ve earned a few in the last month.

After one more night in Amsterdam, I will Chunnel my way to London on Saturday. There I will be playing five shows, including one back at Bishops Stortford. Then I’ll head north to Rugby for the last show of my European tour. It will be a fitting end — a hometown show of sorts.

Then a whole new journey begins. Two weeks from today I will be on my way to Zambia, which is exhausting to think about. So I guess I won’t. Time to take the stage in Prague.

Cheers.