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: Vagabond
Learn the lesson of Rwanda
In April 1994, I was celebrating my tenth birthday. I remember traces from that day quite vividly, since turning ten seemed like a big thing at that point. The most badass present I got was a card with the number 10 glued to it – created out of golden 10 crown coins. The golden 10…
Being lazy never made anything happen
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…
Didn’t we almost have it all?
The last few posts have dealt a lot with the subject of travelling vs expectations, and finally I managed to circumvent both my prejudices and hopes by not really knowing much at all about Ethiopia. Yes, I have noticed an increased interest from fellow travelling friends to visit Ethiopia, but I haven’t really reflected on…
A country slowly picking up the pieces
When starting to plan this big overlanding adventure of the African continent, it felt like the only real hot potato would be Sudan. I almost jokingly suggested to my travel friend that we had to pass through Sudan since I only wanted to travel by land from Cairo to Cape town, not really thinking it…
Egypt – when expecting the worst you get a pleasant surprise
My ambivalence about starting this trip in Egypt was rooted in the complexities of what Egypt really is. Of course a history buff as me has always dreamt about this ancient, mysterious civilisation that thrived several millennia ago, so long ago we hardly can grasp it. Of course I always seen the imposing pyramids pictured…
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…
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,…
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…
Travellers Without Borders 