I am Mossdogg. I am a little odd. I have been travelling off and on for 15 years so far and have visited many countries and seen many things. I still know nothing however. This is the story of my last and most epic journey in which I walked to Greece from my parents flat in Eastbourne, England. I had to take a ferry from Dover to get to France but other than that, it was entirely on foot – no hitch hiking, no buses no nothing. I took my trusty hammock and free camped everywhere almost all nights and in all weather, sometimes finding decent camps and sometimes...not. I took money for emergency only, using my survival skills and street savvy to feed and water myself looking in forests, fields, bins and more besides. I was alone for the whole journey but I met a whole host of 'interesting' characters, most friendly, some mad and a few downright dangerous. Come with me and experience what it's like to travel through some of the hardest land in Europe on foot, with a heavy rucksack and only the money and supplies that I can scavenge en route. No plans, no ideas, only the destination. Through the Alps of Austria and Italy, to the seas and lakes of Monte Negro. From elation to desperate panic this is an entirely true account, told in confidence as to a close friend, I expose my heart and soul, telling the tale in 3rd person past account, as well as 1st person discussion where the psychology and philosophy of the events are laid bare. Nothing is left out, no consideration is given to conforming to any rules or traditions of writing, it is simply the raw emotion of 1 man and a 2,500 mile journey into Europe and his soul. I invite you to join me, join Mossdogg in philosophy, spirituality and extreme travel – How I walked from England to Greece.