As I previously written here in this blog – I really do appreciate movement. I sort of believe we need to stay in motion to keep sane, and I feel that every time I stop somewhere for too long, I get a throng of stillness sickness, affecting both my body and my mind. That’s of…
Tag: Nature
Am I a local, a tourist or a traveller?
China is like a bad romance, a love, hate story with no end. It is so modern and so accomplished in many ways, and then just a rude child in many others. It is a constant, convenient challenge that doesn’t eat me up completely but still keep on entertaining me on a daily basis. I…
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…
Endless roads to the edges of the world
To get here we have gone down an uncountable number of roads in vehicles of many different constellations. From slow churning train wagons across the Kazak desert, hitch hiking with a tourist bus in a pouring Georgia, high speed trains in Ukraine, too many people crammed in a marshrutka in Azerbaijan, slid down on our…
Some places got bigger issues
After Mali which to no surprise enchanted us completely we left for the often ignored and badly reputed Guinea, or Guinea-Conakry as one says to separate it from its neighbouring Guinea-Bissau. Guinea has had its toll of problems, with Ebola as the latest nouveau-friss, a big scare. Though our guidebook ambitioned to include all West…
Closing in, turning tables, the beginning of the end; Nicaragua
The amount of positive critique you come across about Nicaragua is generally connected with money; it’s soooo cheap. And I guess that is true in a sense but that’s mostly because the rest of Central America really isn’t that cheap, not as cheap as what I usually compare to; India or Nepal. But still, one…
Life at the Bosque village and the thoughts it produces
The ideal living is supposedly easy, isn’t it? Back to the roots, they say, back to the easy living. Well, life here in the Bosque Village, the permacultural farm which I am currently staying at outside of a small town, Erongaricuaro, is at the present quite calm and carefree. But that’s cause most of the…
