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Play our newest game on flyingpig.nl and win all kinds of discounts and other stuff! All you have to do is save the cheerleader. Luigi will help you out, but be careful with the killerweed!

If you make it to Luigi, you will receive a ‘coupon code’. Use this code when making your booking at one of the Flying Pig Backpacker Hostels and you will get a free upgrade! (Just put in the coupon code and click ‘Claim’ when making your booking.)

If you are actually able to save the cheerleader, you will receive another coupon code… that one you have to email to ‘headoffice@flyingpig.nl’ with your bookingsnumber. Then you will receive another surprise!!

Hint: collect the keys…


Cheers,

The Flying Pig Staff

Every day ends with a new beginning

“All aboard!” Doors are closing while the train huffs and puffs into gear. Down in wagon 17 seat 65 I reposition to study the man and his dog opposite me. Through the reflection in the window I have a clear visual on the two. On the platform tears are shed and waves are frantic as the train rambles her way out of the station. The scenery offers a welcome alibi for my stare. I relax to watch a dog on a train for the next 4 hours.

“Ah…on the road again. How I love getting from A to B in the world”. I notice the dog has now moved onto the man’s lap. He doesn’t seem to mind and they both close their eyes. Once a journey like this was what it was all about. I could not comprehend why life seemed to revolve around goals and means to an end. Watching my coupé companions sleep, I recall asking myself “What end? Why should it?”

I thought to have solved this issue. All you had to do was travel. Because if you did not know B, there could be no end. Thus I toured the world not knowing my destiny. And it worked. I only felt lonely thinking about my friends moving on without me. “Hang on?” I had shocked myself “How can they be moving? I am the one using transportation! They are supposed to be stuck in their habits, their jobs and their goals with end”.  That day I decided it was time to come home. Little did I know then, that the end of 7 years of leaving was only to be a beginning.

I smile at the unified snoring coming from the opposite seat. The 3 years that followed I cried and laughed at courses, saw back doctors, worked and learned, drunk and quit smoking. I faced life’s fears not by swimming with sharks or flying a plane, but by vulnerability in opening up. It was quite a ride and slowly I was starting to enjoy it.

On this journey I learned to distinguish my intuition.  In travels you just know what and what not. In everyday life there are so many influences and expectations which over-scream that inner voice. Now that I receive her loud and clear, I make decisions I never thought I would. I have left my job and lost my house without wanting to pack my bags. I enjoy on-the-road moments on a train I take to reach my man at the final station. My loud laugh awakes man and beast. They both groan to fall back to sleep. I smile and silently share “who knew I could stop running without freezing!...me too.”