Imagine our skin could tell a story. Imagine writing all over our body for everybody to see and read. Now we see stories in each others eyes. We listen, we feel and we understand. But without us thinking about it, our skin tells a story. A story of life, of adventure, of pain and of…
The feeling of life, do you know it? Do you feel it tickling your toes when you wake up in the morning? Do you long for that moment where the wind sings you to sleep and the cold gives you a goodnight kiss on your cheek? Do you remember those days that you were soaked…
Last weekend we were harshly reminded of how precious life can be. We received the news that a friend, a fellow traveller and an incredible human being lost his life. Just a few days before his departure he told us how much he was looking forward to his motorbike trip with his loved one. The…
It’s a never-ending debate. All we have is time, yet all we spend is money. Without any doubt we give away all our time to work and everything that has to be done. There’s no second thought on how we may be spending our time. What if we decided to keep a little time to…
When riding my bike off-road she is definitely the most capable of the both of us. Without looking back, she ploughs through the mud, takes on the puddles and ends up in a ditch to be picked up again. Indicators broken, but she doesn’t care. I can honestly tell you that I would be in…
I am ready to write, ready to put thoughts onto paper and create a dance of words. Letters moving around with an inexplicable drive to become one. I used to write stories, now there is silence on paper while stories pile up in my mind. Motorbike adventures, beautiful places, a little boy reaching out to…
This morning I thought I saw a monkey sit on the lamppost. Sitting on the toilet I miss the gecko’s crawling on the walls, but I am damn happy there is no risk of finding cobras in my laundry basket or scorpions crossing through my bedroom! When these thoughts pop up in my head I…
Lost in a spiral of words, sentences splashed together and stories in despair. No beginning. No ending. Just words, ideas and feelings lingering around, waiting to set foot on paper or take part in the endless love affair of life. From nothing to something. From thin air into reality. From far away to a place…
Since we’re home I feel I am not completely the same. There’s this feeling, this little stress monkey inside of me, jumping about, on the one hand struggling with the uncertainty, on the other hand embracing the freedom it offers. Difficult decisions that will take time, but at the same time make me realize how…