Since I was 14 years old I wrote all kinds of stuff down in a diary, but I was told that I was a bad writer, so my words turned into secrets. They still are. A pile of notebooks filled with teenager thoughts, dreams and longings. It took me nearly ten years of secret scribbling…
This title may make falling sound a little too majestic, but if falling was an art, I would have mastered it by now. They say that you only become a biker after dropping your machine, well, hereby I can announce that I turn out to be a biker to the core of my being. People…
Travelling, a journey where you have no past and no future. People can only judge you based on who you are in that moment of time. One step after another you continue, following the road of past, present and future. The only thing you carry along is a head filled with ideas, dreams and thoughts,…
Before entering Nepal I was pretty sure that it would be quite similar to India, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. From the moment you cross the border an endless stretch of peace awaits you. Less traffic, less sounding horn and epic sceneries. Sadly this beauty is unmistakeably combined with cold during the month…
Often you hear that travelling is the only thing you can buy that makes you richer and I truly believe there is a big truth to this saying. It hurts to spend money every day without earning a penny, but it opens your eyes to a different world, it opens your heart to so many…
It is hard to capture the huge variety of feelings India awakens inside. Suddenly you understand how close love and hate can be related, how pure happiness can suddenly switch to pure frustration and how endless gratefulness can turn into disappointment. It is hard to find words to describe these many experiences, so bare with…
Travelling through India. It is more than simply travelling through a country, rather it is like travelling through space and time. Landscapes change from beautiful beaches over sandy meadows into rough mountains. A loving kind of landscape into a dangerous and treacherous terrain. So much beauty, and yet so much frustration. If you ask me…
We finally left Kovalam. I am not sure if it was my heart or my stomach aching when we drove away, but anyway it resulted in some secret tears running down my face nicely hidden away below my helmet. I hate crying in public so a helmet perfectly protects me against that in addition to…
Bye electricity! I am sitting here behind my little computer, writing to you from a room covered in darkness using a headlight to be able to look around at least bit. Rain has been pouring down all day. Not rain like I know from Belgium, but rain like the end of days has arrived. Rain…