Back to Germany

Helloooo Internet,

So... I flew to Indonesia for some soul-searching and sunny vibes. The plan? A bit of beach, a bit of rice, maybe find myself.

What I found instead: No money, no return flight, and the brutal realization that hotel breakfast ends at 9 AM.

I’m currently stuck in Jepara – not the worst place to be stranded, unless you’ve run out of cash, clean underwear, and emotional stability.

My bank back home is like “who dis?”, the embassy is playing hide and seek, and my boss confused Indonesia with Tunisia (don’t ask).

Now I’m vibing on tropical despair, powered only by hotel tap water and sheer sarcasm.

All I need is around 500€ to get a flight home and rejoin the civilized world (aka Wi-Fi, Work and Wurstgulasch).

Every euro helps – even if it’s just to keep me from attempting to cross the ocean on a pool float.

If you can spare something: thank you from the depths of my soul (and my half-empty instant noodle cup).

If not: share it. Maybe your rich aunt with six cats and a heart of gold sees it.

Much love. Still shirtless. Still stranded. Still (barely) sane