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Brimming over

Stuffed to the brim with all things travel- Joy and frustration and fascination, and with no room for more, we  left Thailand for one of our favorite places of all, at home with family and friends, to regroup- and mainly, re-pack! Gladly, we came for the company, not the weather, (it shock froze us with a 30°C temperature drop....) For all the ambivalent press Thailand has been getting, and for all we’ve learned about the culture behind the perennial “show a smile- any smile” front, (thanks Elio dC. and

Becoming a Stayer

It was just idle Sunday evening curiosity that attracted me to an article called Going Nowhere: Ten tips for expat Stayers who want to stay well. It's probably one of those boring listicles bloggers use to pad their pages, I said to M. But it was a bombshell! All the faint warning bells, the unsettling thoughts, the disturbing reserve we'd been feeling this time around in SE Asia, were brought into sharp focus by the article: What it takes to stay- to stay well- somewhere on the planet, away

Vietnam and the Benefit of Doubt

It took a heck of a lot of coffee time -and strong spirits (in every sense of the word haha) to find the love for the Socialist Republic of Vietnam. But we did it. We fine-tuned our attitude, learned to navigate the impossible waves of completely lawless traffic and to turn a blind eye to unrelenting touts and sneaky scammers We savoured the novelty beauty and deliciousness Vietnam had to offer, and came to terms with its sometimes confusing or disappointing, and erstwhile tragic aspects The Flower Hmong, Black Hmong, Giay, Dao, Nung- magical names,

Kampi and the River Dolphins

Our sliver of a boat is wedged between two bushes midriver. The swift current creates the illusion of an armada of treetops gliding silently upriver. Between these islets dolphins play, tantalising us with glimpses of a glittering fin or a blunt prehistoric head. I can hear them breathe- Same like people, the captain says. It feels like some sort of initiation into the fast disappearing magic of creation...... There were other animals too, overland f but not really that much going on on the road less

Roller Coaster Ride Cambodia

What a roller coaster ride Cambodia is turning out to be! We soak up the wonders of sublime ancient workmanship and are on the receiving end of countless lively Khmer smiles- and almost simultaneously, we baulk at the horrors of recent history and at tales of desperate poverty and iron-fisted corruption….. The temple cities of Angkor outshone any expectations we might have had. Words just don’t do them justice (at least mine don’t). M’s camera does a better job With a little cyber help from Amsterdam, of all places,

We tramp a perpetual journey…

“I tramp a perpetual journey My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods......” (Walt Whitman, Song of Myself) We left Switzerland for SE Asia five days ago. It already feels a lot longer- andit feels just right. In other news- Incomparable Paul Theroux has a new book coming out and an impressive interview in the Wall Street Journal. I think I'll get myself the book for my birthday, (which is today by the way *hint hint*), although

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Leaving Portugal’s inspiring landscapes and homey comforts for busy booming Switzerland was *kinda* hard. I mean, who wants to leave a country where homemade soups and buttered toast fingers figure prominently on restaurant menus, and run-of-the-mill fields are home to exuberant displays of wild flowers and squadrons of pollen-drunk honey-bees… Not to mention the peaceful river beaches large and small that are scattered all across the country and along Portugal’s sparsely populated west coast and a capital city as elegantly laid-back as Lisbon. (Even M of the Wide Open Spaces didn’t

Manrique Eyes

Wispy early morning air softened our arrival on bare, volcanic Lanzarote which a few hours later, I was secretly starting to call another ol’ heap of rocks.... My gaze skimmed indifferently over black ash fields, past tortured twisted lava badlands and up treeless conical mountains, yearning for forest green.... Were relentlessly dry blue skies clouding my view of an island famed for its artful landscapes? I badly needed César Manrique eyes! We were the very first visitors of the day, at Cesar Manrique's last home on the island. And because everything looks exactly

Come Sit with Us

M worried when we arrived on Fuerteventura (for what was his, ummm, umpteenth time), that there might be just so many pictures of rocks, ocean and sky a person could take in one place. Well, he needn’t have worried Pull up a chair and see for yourself.... Fuerteventura's barebone beauty surprised us with a dusting of colour and a rich treasure trove of those magical moments, when nature is the painter- and the painting: Snail painting Earth painting Sand painting Cliff painting Wind painting Rock painting Sky painting Beach painting We painting M art collector Flowers painting (Bye bye little ones!)