Under the Bridge

During my train trip (Watch a few pictures here if you haven't already!) the train got tired, like it does every time, and gave us a break.

So during that break, before passing along and out, I went out and met a few random guys nearby a campfire in a village on the outskirts of the city, after being politely ( :-D ) told to leave I got half-eaten up by mosquitoes and other insects after trying to sleep in my hammock set up against an anterior-wall, checked in at a hotel, checked out and ate brunch outside a closed pub in the scorching sun. All this lead me back under the bridge!

Looking at this guy, in my mind I would suppose he knew a handful different martial arts, had the ability to levitate and would only eat sunshine and drink shadows. To my great amazement he simply got up onto his feet after a little while, and calmly walked away with his cardboard.

I also discovered a huge empty room inside the bridge(!), with a camouflaged entrance door. I didn't bother to take a picture of it though, because you wouldn't have seen it anyway. True story!