True love is hard work

I usually fall in love instantly, and maybe also fall out of love just as fast. With travelling, I’m passionate. I get off a train/bus/plane in a country, take a deep breath and the spirit of adventure pierces me, hits me right in the guts, and it’s the same old story again. Another place to…

How to choose love with a trauma in your soul

Before the revolution, Iran was a progressive country, with a long history right in the middle of world politics. During the reign of the long list of Shahs Iran had good contacts with the Western world, the empires of Russia and China, strategically located right in between. Also in their modern history, Iran was an…

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…

This is just another love song

Coming from West Africa and straight into South East Asia kind of just stresses the differences between the two. Though both continents have similarities as all the post colonial countries do, similarities created by years of oppression and neglect, inequalities and neo colonialism, corruption and material as well as philosophical stagnation. (All of these are…

Old and new friends in Guatemala

Last week I left the sweet fields of Guatemala, and if I though I would have vacation these weeks, I must admit I thought wrong. Guatemala is one of the most diverse countries I’ve ever visited, specially regarding the size of it! From Pacific to Caribbean, from Mexico to El Salvador, this little miniature world…

Touch down Edinburgh

Travelling has officially begun, I am now in between my flights, sitting in Charles de Gaulle, Paris waiting to fall asleep and wake up in Mexico. This morning I left my beloved Edinburgh by train to London, and stressed through the tube to Heathrow. The weekend still feels so close it’s hard to be excited…

First mission accomplished!

As humble as ever, I mostly thought that I myself was the one finding this blog amusing or inspiring. Since I get to decide the content, reading my old posts is for my very own pleasure; I do agree with most of what I’ve written and find some phrasings rather catchy. But oh oh oh!…