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…

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…

If I stay here, trouble will find me

A coincidence, that song by The National appears on my playlist as I sit down to write this first blog post in more than a year, on my last evening in my own apartment. My apartment which is now tucked away in cardboard boxes, neatly cleaned and sterilised for someone else to operate in this…

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…

Borderlife

At the present, in Guatemala. As with all these countries I’m about to visit I know fairly little of this one too, except that it’s supposed to be nice. And so far – it is nice! The last week in Mexico was split between San Cristobal de las Casas and the ancient ruins of Palenque….

Back to school

I managed to leave Mexico City after a lot of postponing – life as a couch surfer is far too convenient, and a city as bloody huge as Mexico doesn’t really bore you, if you can handle the distances and density. This time I picked the second class bus, and there was certain noticeable differences…

Travellers travel…. slowly

After leaving the Bosque Village I was excited to be back on the road… all the way to Patzcuaro, merely an hour away! There I ended up staying for three nights, and felt way too comfortable. The city is not too big, but big enough to be interesting. The city centra is more beautiful than…

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…

The Mexican hospitality

The hum and buzz of a city as huge as Mexico City has even more tonalities than one can imagine. The spread of the city, the core and the suburbs, historical sights, modern shopping, nature closing in while culture is ruling. The City has the highest density of museums in the world, I managed to…