Walking from the Netherlands to the Vatican. It wasnt that hard actually. Every day a little bit. In the beginning I was sleeping outside in my tent somewhere in a forest or field. Later I got promoted to centuries-old Italian monasteries. Fantastic!

Quite a few colourful personalities crossed my path. People I consider as friends for a lifetime, even though I will probably never see them again. People you would normally never have a chat with. Well, you meet them unexpectedly on your journey. Everybody has his own reason to walk to Rome.

A Norwegian teacher on his trip to Bethlehem, a...