Eastern Europe

Kazbegi on a Budget.

I am climbing the Kazbegi with M. He was born in a year that punk was declared dead, but that didn’t stop him. On the grey stripes of his red backpack it says ‘total fucking anarchy’, ‘no war but the class war’, ‘wake up’ and ‘peace and love’. M left England with a debt of 200 pounds, so we’re traveling on …

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Fernweh

Fernweh, a word that perfectly encompasses everything I feel at this very moment. Fernweh is German for the intense and absolute desire to wander and travel.  In life, the general consensus is, that home is where the heart is. But what if you lost and left your heart all over the world? Sometimes you can feel so lost when travelling; …

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Cappadocia, the place where I didn’t make pictures of the hot air balloons, but a lot of other people did…

The Australian woman in the bus to Cappadocia was a former employer at the administration department of a university. She had thrown her whole life upside down when she got fired at the age of 58. ‘I’m gonna travel the world and nobody can stop me.’ she told me with devastating enthusiasm ‘After that who knows where?…’ I knew the answer, …

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Istanbul geeft kleur aan zijn stad

Ken je dat gevoel? Dat je niet weet waarom je ergens naartoe wilt maar wel dat je het gevoel hebt er naartoe te moeten? Dat had ik met Istanbul. Zonder enige voorkennis ben ik met mijn vriend het vliegtuig ingestapt voor 5 dagen Istanbul. Oké het gebrek aan voorkennis is misschien een tikkeltje noodgedwongen door het tijdgebrek hier in Nederland. …

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