The little things
The little things that remind you that kindness still exists, the little gestures that remind you of your traveling days… do you notice them?

The little things that remind you that kindness still exists, the little gestures that remind you of your traveling days… do you notice them?
Outback skies, never-ending source of amazement.
I didn’t like Sydney that much. But on the last day, I took the ferry to Cockatoo Island, in the middle of …
So you start a blog, and then you end up making videos. Bummer for the blog.
How to enjoy a wonderful trek in the Himalayas with heaps of locals – part 2.
How to enjoy a vey affordable trek in the Himalayas.
A spectacular lightning show from my Outback doorstep.
Twelve years is a long time.
Enigmatic statues overlooking a lake in the middle of India.
An alphabetical list of travel tips to help you hit the Road faster.
After a night in the woods, how I spent a truly unforgettable day high up on the Great Wall of China. With real chunks of adventure inside!
Hampi, Karnakata
My experience on slightly less traveled roads.
When things don’t exactly work out as planned.
I’ve got stories for you, dear friends! I’ve got stories and I don’t know where to start. Now that I have been …
An Indian train is not any train (text and photos).
Queues, local sandwiches, autorickshaw… well, another slice of India.
Confusion of a transition. Everything is so new, nothing looks like it did in India. Where I am? Oh right, in Shanghai.
How to choose a backpack, what to pack for a trip… all of this is rather self-evident to me now. But maybe not to you? An article about travel-gear and packing, for a change.
Once in a while I do go to touristy places. Like that day when we drove (in a car! Luxury!) to ma-what-was-it-puram.
Hard for me to express all the gratitude I feel towards the incredible number of people who helped me out in one way or the other during the past 16 months… but I’ll try!
By the time I left China, I had lost about 10 kilos. Here is how
You might have heard of Chennai as “Madras”, as it was called by the Britishers.
Getting away from the tourists and closer to the heart of India.
A city of mixed influences on the Eastern Coast with playing children and angry goddesses.
Rangolis and typewriting institutes… everyday pieces of Indian poetry.
One of those odd travelling experiences where nothing feels quite right.
Four months in India, a handful of languages and scripts and bus trips and nights in trains and good friends and and and… and a fantastic hand-made map
How I got to Kerala on a day India was closed and how the police drove me to Amma’s ashram.
How I strolled around the botanical garden in Bangalore with a total stranger and bought my first Indian clothes.
Good times in Hyderabad
“HAHA!” Gandhi laughed me from a 20-rupees note.