How many days can you fit into 24hours? Morning view on a banana tree and a huge mountain in the background. Sleeping above the cows eating their cheese for dinner. Endless conversations over fresh bread

In which moments do you feel freedom the most? Love and Freedom. The more conditions are tied to each, the harder it becomes to feel it. While you can not force either of them to be there or show up or

“What about you, what do you do in life?” And now, do you know what to say? Are you shooting out one word and feel like that is really you? Did you like the answer you just gave? Are you really identifying

...and swimming in a lake for lunch. Tired and cold I get up. Everything hurts, I slept like a bird on a pole, woke up many times during the whole night, feeling like I would fall from the bench which

Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers

Certainly I am not the first nor the last one to asks this question. And in the end we all have to answer it for ourselves. Where is your “Home”? And what is it? A place, a feeling, is it where you grew

After I had pushed myself to my limits yesterday only to get saved by the bakery woman and her friend. Today, I decided was going to be a good day. Leaving town with a sandwich and some cookies, I was

I am done. Not out of love nor forgiveness. Just because I am sick of filling my head with other peoples crap. Stubbornness. Maybe that’s the way I have to take it. In the end, that is, what brought me

The sixth day of bikepacking in France by myself. The chirping of the first birds on the morning wakes me up. Through the windows of the barn that was my shelter for the night I see the sky, still dark,

The first day of another cycling adventure. Who would have thought? As I am pedalling through a fresh overcast Thursday morning in May, my thoughts are passing by, like all these buildings that used to

1 week and 1 day, sometimes thats all it takes for a crazy idea to become tangible reality. As I cycle around my favourite little hill side lake, it comes up again. That feeling, free and wide the world

New bike, different me, the same country as many times before. I managed around two weeks on my old rusty city bike. The bike I used since always in this town, mainly to ride to school with or drunk through

Endlessly. Forever. As long as it takes until you get it. Not sure if I want to call it Karma. I always had my difficulties, believing someone could get punished that straight forward for their bad actions.

My head is bursting of ideas, but I don’t know yet how to put them into words. Sometimes they are so many and I forget to be patient with them. As my day goes towards an end I miss all the things I thought

Only when everything breaks down we can rebuilt freely and up to endless potential. Here I am two months later, which feel like an eternity. I am not the same. My life is not the same. Every thing exploded

Sometimes the smallest details are the most exciting to think of. And the hardest to put into reality. Tags. They don’t really have something to do with the thing they stick on, but yet they are the ones

Morning prayer is waking us up, before dawn. I sit up in the tent and look around. The fire brigade behind us, who we had asked last night in the dark, if we could camp in their yard. Of course they had

Two more days and still 200 kilometres of cycling ahead of us. Our morning starts with a few hours of cycling through small villages. Empty lands and vast landscapes, doesn’t mean we don’t have many pleasant

The cats of Istanbul or Istanbul of the cats. Walking through the streets of Istanbul, I couldn’t get around noticing the numerous amount of stray cats strolling through the streets. They occupy every

One last insight in my recent orange printing experience. If you would like to check out the two first parts where I explain how to do Lino-printing and about the other orange prints, they are here. Since