It doesn't always look as good, as most of my photos on social networks. There are also trips like this one. To the western city of the Netherlands - The Hague. At this time I was living in Germany, in the dreamy town of Aachen. All newspapers and media were crowded with news and articles about the hurricane, coming from the USA. Schools and some state institutions have been closed for several days. All my friends refused to come there, asked me to cancel my tickets, to go any other day. But my desire to travel and to go to The Hague was bigger. Knowing the Germans, they will panic with 5 cm of snow, I stubbornly decided to go, whatever it was. It all started one Sunday morning in the western German town of Aachen, on February 17th this year. Rise at 7:20 a.m. To the bus stop 30 min on foots. We ran into the Flixbus for 5 minutes before departure and took the last places. Passengers have taken their bags sleepily from our seats. Everything seemed calm and I was ready for a five-hour road. It had to be a day trip because we lived not far away. I was comfortably seated near an overweight man from the right side and was ready to continue my interrupted sleep. And here it all began… It was this one. The hatch cover on the bus, which was constantly surprisingly pounding and clicking with all the strange sounds. A flashing, fuzzy light and an African driver, who spoke in an unclear language. Like all normal people, I slept or at least tried to take a nap. From time to time I woke up and wondered whether I was in the bus and the hatch cover hasn’t flown yet. There was heavy wind and rain. When we arrived, we saw that everything flying in The Hague: road signs, umbrellas and “small children”. I felt like in a “Merry Poppins” movie. Passers-by encountered each other on the sidewalks and the persistent cyclists pressed their pedals hard. I began to worry about Yuanqin, a small Chinese girl, who could pick up the wind. I was thinking, why I didn't take someone bigger and heavier. But it didn’t work. Sometimes I kept her like a McDonald's ball. Fortunately, she didn’t fly away. Since our opinions didn’t overlap with a visit the same museum, we decided to split up for a few hours. The weather got better, but still windy. I visited the Miniature Museum of «Madurodam» and made a million photos there. It was one of the few museums I didn't want to leave quickly. We only agreed on the place and time of the meeting. After the museum I walked to a familiar street. Then the GPS took me deep into the park, the forest can be said. And my phone turned off. I didn't have powerbank or any watch with me. At least, take moss on the trees and think, which way to go. I started to remember the Germans, who always carry paper maps. And I realized that without them it is really difficult. There were many identical trails, and I couldn't find out, where I came from. I have been wanted already to mark my path with crumbs. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a fairy tale. The man with a dog, whom I saw from afar, told me where to go, hooray! But I was lost again… in the cemetery. Fortunately, not for a long time, because in the intervals, when I thought, that I will die and haven’t seen several countries, I saw the main road and went there. Hooray, I got to our previously agreed destination, to the Peace palace almost punctually! At the end of our trip, a real storm began, but that didn't stop people from biking, walking with dogs and children. People were really happy. From the storefronts of the shops we were lucky to run into, during the storm, I admired the happy faces of passers-by who didn't seem to notice the hurricane. Having arrived safely, came back should walking on foot 30 minutes again. But this time I was flying with a broken umbrella through all of Aachen. Thanks for the perfect optimism and good luck, I'm home. Sometimes taking a chance, you can get a lot of pleasant experiences and memories, like myself. If you don't risk doing something right now, you'll never know how it is. Want to try?