Especially in a rapidly changing environment, at least technologically wise, it is nice to see how often it feels familiar to see old friends again after a long time.
The important thing is that we want to pursue things that we are passionate about, things that really matter to us. And travelling, for neither of us, is what’s really important, travelling is the means to an end.
After many years of fast travel, I now try to embrace the charm of taking it slow(er), even though it has its challenges on its own.
For a long time already, I decided to stick with the idea that home is the place where I stay and sleep. But even so, it still makes me wonder, what is home for me, and for all those others who live away from their home country or town?
Sometimes you take things so much for granted that you might forget how valuable they are.
With only two days left in Bolivia, I still had so much to see and do. How was I going to manage it all?
As you might have read in the previous blog, Jim will leave me on my own. And though I don’t mind being on my own for a while, my mind is kind of worried.
After a month of many wonders, beautiful places and friendly people, we were looking forward to a quieter time in the familiar settings of Cochabamba. That was not to be…
Making a choice and acting upon it is to take a risk. The philosopher Kierkegaard puts it: “To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.” And so it is, at least for me.
We have an ambition to visit all the mummified remains of former communist dictators. Recently, we met a very special man who met many of them when they were still in power.