Phayo, Franche-Compte, Elounda, Jum

Bent to Fly*

In spring 2016 we wore life like a pretty daisy chain and all nature was a colorful soothing Portuguese cocoon for our Making-a-Home-in-Portugal (mis-)adventures. But in the summer, the daisy chain tore and the cocoon cracked. And come fall, our family faced a new, bitter reality: On October 21st 2016 my "little" brother Hans, who had fought chronic heart failure for five years, lost his valiant summer-long battle for health- and life. Death is relentless absence..... we who stay surrender to letting go, and put our

Amor à Primeira Vista

I was planning a post called Chasing Spring It would have been a, retrospectively, funny story about us sleeping in the car in a snow storm and shivering our way through France and Spain to Portugal, where the shivers continued and were probably the worst we've every experienced. Because most Portuguese  don't believe in central  heating. (Can't afford heating?  Think any kind of heating is wimpy and not worth the trouble for, uuuh, just three short months? Or four- or five??). Whatever. Even a week feels too long, when you're

Brimming over

Sukorn Life
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

Flower Rice
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

Phare again
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…

tees and more
“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