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 …
Continue readingThe 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, …
Continue readingFrom my home in Istanbul it is a 45 minutes walk to Taksim Square. From there I look for a nice tea place, drink some tea: I learned my first and only Turkish words: “bir çay lutfan” One tea please, after that effort I smile if I could use the wifi. I walk around a little more and take the ferry to Kadikoy. Here some …
Continue readingKen 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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