Feet. Everything we are starts with our feet, and still, they are perhaps our most neglected body parts. We hide them in socks and shoes, we cover them in stiff leather, balance them in too high heels, we squeeze them in half a size too small, or let them glide around chafing in half a…
Tag: Philosophy
Existential hibernation
I must admit, it is hard getting back to writing after taking substantial time off from this blog. And albeit things of course have happened, I still feel like not that much has happened, especially in comparison to what readers of this blog usually get to take part of. Since I crash landed in Sweden…
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…
On the road – a full time job
Travelling over land and sea is a different endeavour compared to quick bip-boping flights which just gets you THERE. With local transportation, minivans, hitch hiking, night trains, walking, shared taxis, cargo ships (all writing of destinations in Cyrillic or Georgian letters…), you just never know exactly when you’re gonna reach your destination, or in many…
Travelling in a world that’s falling apart
I guess most people my generation vividly feel and experience the world changing around us. So much is so very different from a couple of decades ago, and as the world is falling apart, maybe that will actually be the salvation. In just a few years we’ve seen the rise and fall, thank God, of…
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…
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…
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…
From Guinea to Guinea – neighbours though worlds apart
After a few stumbling, rambling, intense months through the most inaccessible and non-touristic places I’ve been to it is time to move out of this continent. With lots of love and new experiences adventure continues in other parts of this old blue planet of ours. West Africa did sure leave it’s mark on me. Guinea-Bissau…
Mali – like nothing you’d expected
Mali. The ancient civilisation who caused the whole of North Africa to plunge into deflation when gifting the king of Egypt with a tiny bit of their gold reserve. Mali, with the mystical collection of thousand year old literature never copied or digitally preserved. Mali. A collection of forests, waterfalls, savannah and deserts. Mali. With…
Travellers Without Borders 