Lazy day to Sounkyo and a sneaky camp We wake up early in Toma, but take our time and have a relaxed breakfast in the konbini across the road, leeching their internet while sipping our coffee. Today will be a short day, 55km or so, with a very gentle climb along the river to Sounkyo where we will have our first rest day. So, today there is no hurry. As we browse the morning news…
The other day I downloaded one of these guided meditation apps on my phone, desperately in need of some peace and quiet after another night where my brain just wouldn’t shut up about money or the lack thereof, the future, me being a sad sack for living with my boyfriend’s parents, how I should really go for a run tomorrow, etcetera etcetera. Because we all have those nights, right? Right, so I downloaded the app. It carefully let…
Yesterday I flew from Amsterdam to Valencia. After check-in and security, I had another 45 minutes to spare before boarding. I sat down in a comfortable chair and looked around. I wasn’t travelling to go on holiday. I wasn’t travelling for work either. Here I was, moving to a new country, with a backpack full of clothes and notebooks (and ok, five pairs of shoes), but without a home, a job, or money. Enough reasons…
Did I write a few months ago that my life was actually really boring? Well, look at me now. I am back home to catch up with friends and family. It’s been over a month now, and slowly I’m starting to ask myself why on earth I planned to go home for at least three months. Couldn’t I just have done a three week holiday? Like, you know, the majority of the working population?…
I tried to save someone´s life and failed. This happened more that one-and-a-half years ago and involves a lot more people than me but I’d like to keep it personal. Thing is, I don’t like to fail (does anyone?). I hardly ever do. If I’m not sure I can do something, I won’t, or I’ll practice in secret until I’m sure I can pull it off. Like speaking Spanish. I refuse to speak…
…Literally five minutes ago I picked up my bra from the floor to put it on and a baby gecko fell out of it. A Baby Gecko. Now, baby geckos are adorable so it´s not so bad as finding a squished bug under your boob, but still. Why the hell was there a baby gecko in my bra? Why are there living things inside my bra at all? (apart from my own boobs, thankyouverymuch, who…
Everyone who has ever set foot in my room will probably roll over the floor peeing their pants with laughter after reading the words ‘my Domestic Goddess” for I am a known filthy, gross person. Neat, but disgusting. I can live with moldy dinner plates as long as they’re stacked up in a neat pile. I would sweep dust under the rug if I’d have one. You could trace my steps following the trail of used Q-tips,…
Sometimes I am really, really fed up with living in the tropics. One of those times was yesterday when I unwrapped my towel around me, ready to have a shower, and a squashed bug fell out from under my boob. I don’t know if this is a thing that regularly happens to people in let’s say, Europe? Or other temperate climates? I mean there’s bugs there too, so please share your boob-bug stories with me so…
So, I had this moderately successful blog (by my own standards) until I moved to this remote tropical paradise and my life became incredibly boring. Awesome, don’t get me wrong, but boring, in an every-day-is-the-same-awesomeness kind of boring. Since no one wants to hear how awesome my life is for endless days on end, I didn’t have anything to write about. So the blog, this one, kind of died. The fact that I was working over 80 hours a week…
(Note: I wrote this post in five minutes to get it off my chest and now I need to go to work. No pictures and probably a lot of spelling/grammar mistakes. Sorry.) I can´t be the only one feeling extremely selfish sometimes for chasing my dreams, and thereby, leaving people who are very dear to me behind. Right? Nina Yau wrote about this too. So did Niall Doherty. But here I am. At 6.45 in…