Not weird, but a bit quirky

As I established in my last entry, Iran is a surprisingly normal country with an unfair and bad reputation. That, however, doesn’t mean it is like any other country, or, for that sake, similar to “home”. No, Iran has it’s uniqueness, apart from the people being extraordinarily nice. The strict laws enforced since the revolution…

An /extra/ordinary place to be

I have now spent almost two weeks bip bopping around the central parts of Iran. Before I came here I was nervous, almost content with the fact that I didn’t have to go if I didn’t really want to. Weighing my options, the possibility of shortening my stay and going back to old familiar roads;…

What’s religion?

My interest in history, the fact that I consider myself a reader, my experiences on the road as well as off the road – this should all be very helpful when it comes to planning my travelling, both to optimise and maximise the experience. But no, I walk around as unknowingly as ever, blissfully ignorant,…

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you!

For sure, the world isn’t perfect, but come one, who is? Just as any formation or composition, we are all just as good as the pieces we are made of. If we choose to neglect parts of us, we will feel worse. If a company neglects a certain department, it will be less profitable. If…

My one true love

As if I haven’t already proclaimed my love for Italy in the same sense as Shakespeare let his Romeo invent new words to fully testify his love for Julia – but here we go again. And yes, there’s no escaping that the country, it’s landscapes and nature; the variations from coast to inland, from the…

My age is actually an important number

I think it is too important for too many of us to be important. If I require your time and energy, if I, whoever I am, require you to see me through digital or analogue eyes, I should be important. When everyone else is hiding behind images, posts, re posts and quotes, those who write,…

A hitch hikers guide to Myanmar

Having spent a short time with a pronounced hitch hiker, a guy that solemnly used that form of transportation wherever he was, and where ever he was going, in the world. From street corners of his home town to the endless miles across Siberian Russia. Through African deserts and Malaysian highlands. Years and years of…

I’ve got nothing to do today but smile

So as we slowly dragged and snailed, rocked and churned, huffed and puffed our way over the Myanmarian country side, a country side of infinite beauty in its simplicity, I started analysing the fact that I felt so strongly for this country and its people. I loved them, each and every one. That was apparent…

So easy to learn, still easier to forget

Rediscovering the ego is never a good thing. I left Chiang Mai with a bag of sadness. People had shortly come to mean more to me than what’s healthy and I had started to feel a need for security, a craving for belonging. Forgetting my place in this here creation, forgetting we are all in…

To all the people without whom we couldn’t travel

That girl, when she pulled me in. Roughly she grabbed my elbow without a word and had me share her umbrella. The walk was far longer than I expected and the rain started coming down heavily. I was already running panicky late and was coming to terms with the fact that I was about to…

The cure for being weary

It has been five months in plenty of different countries and cultures. Even thought there’s a slight reminiscence between the different South East Asian countries they are still very independent and unique. It’s easy for a European to bunch them together and say “I’m gonna do South East Asia” or “I’ve been to South East…

The biggest journeys are the ones we make on the inside

My first month in Indonesia brought me little physical movement but still kept me unusually much in motion. From Jakarta to Yogyakarta is not a far way to go in 30 days, but the two cities differences made my transgression from one state of mind to another both beautiful and welcomed. My all in, high…