250. | Hello Banana
Every help counts. Sometimes it comes from a mistake. I’m a human, not a hero.
251. | Dust In The Wind
Instead of two sides, I chose the edge. The moment appears and disappears – and I have learned to let go. Maybe this is true freedom.
252. | Come home!
There are shelves in my life that I rarely go to. I just dusted one of them a little. It was no accident.
253. | Hit the Road Steve
Hit the road Steve. I don’t believe in the word never. I feel like I can still see Luang Prabang.
254. | Vientian
A lost backpack, an overheating phone, a 30 km walk and a city where it was good to live. Not a sight to see in Vientiane. An experience.
255. | Pi Mai Lao
Water, talcum powder and laughter. The streets of Laos become a battlefield for a few days, where every hit starts with a smile. This is Pi Mai Lao.
256. | The sour apple stolen in silence
Another story about a journey that connects not only places, but also feelings. Short, yet profound moments that remain with us in silence.
257. | The first service
A very fond memory of a mechanic who came after me, doing more for me than I expected. People in Laos are kind like this.
258. | Vang Vieng
I feel like a stranger at home in a boundless world that showed me for the first time in Vang Vieng how incredibly powerful it is.
259. | Meditation – a path on my journey
Meditation has become part of my journey. A little path I take every day. Simply. Just being.
260. | Waiting for the Dawn-brought Sun
The last night in Vang Vieng. No plan, just the road, a hitchhiking morning and the silence of dawn. And a sandwich, which for some reason means more now.
261. | Phonsavan
BLT in Laos, a Chinese driver, a Lao doctor, chickens and a bank card lost in the rain. This is how I got to Phonsavan in two days.
262. | Preparing for Vietnam
I wasn’t very prepared for Vietnam. I read a lot about it, but I still didn’t get any smarter. A bus ticket, a few thoughts, and a country I was going to discover on my own.
263. | From silence to chaos – two days in Phonsavan
After the silence of the Plain of Jars, I found myself in the middle of a rocket festival in Laos. I arrived as a stranger, and yet somehow I became a part of it.
264. | A bus where only the ceiling was free
15 hours on an overcrowded sleeper bus from Laos to Hanoi. It was uncomfortable, it was absurd, but I received humanity, food, and smiles along the way.
265. | Arrival in Vietnam
Hanoi is both chaotic and lovable. Between the motorbikes, smiles, coffee, streets and flavors, I immediately feel like I’ve arrived in Vietnam.
266. | My Little Book of Tales
I spent 41 days collecting discarded playing cards on the roads of Asia. In the end, I found not only a deck, but also a unique book of tales.
267. | A day off in Hanoi
Past, ideology, spirituality, chaos, height, play and a quiet walk home. That’s what a perfect day in Hanoi meant to me.
268. | Hanoi asked for another day
Hanoi gave me another day. For coffee, for wonder, for getting lost, for being lost, and for the feeling that I could somehow be at home among the stars.
269. | Haiphong
No big lesson. No world-changing. Just a few days in Haiphong, with spontaneous decisions, strange situations and good tastes. And a new friend.
270. | I hear differently
The same metal is playing. The same anger. The same desires. Only inside me, completely different captions are born next to the words I hear.
271. | I have become more experienced
I really like the insights that come to me while writing. Even karaoke can’t diminish the importance of a reference point. This is just an experience.
272. | An unexpected friend and a metaphor for dinner
And in the end, there’s nothing left inside, just a big brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
273. | Cat Ba
Cat Ba is a city of aquariums and neon lights. An island that has been whispering to me to stay. I feel like there are experiences waiting for me.
274. | About the shared rooms
Two square meters. Another discovery. In a bunk bed separated by a curtain, I feel like I have everything. I could function in a private cave.
275. | An uncomfortably beautiful philosophical train of thought to start the day
It all started with a simple stylistic experiment and resulted in a documented thought performance rather than a classic blog post.
276. | Cat Ba and the center of the world
A slow and even slower quiet day, yet rich in experiences, in the forests, peaks, and shores of Cat Ba Island. A little bit in the middle of the world.
277. | Sunset over Cat Ba
1 hour, 64 photos. Standing guard next to a trash can. It seemed like an interesting idea, and I didn’t regret taking this photo series at all.
278. | The last days on Cat Ba Island
Islands. Green and blue sea. I’ve been to a place in the world that is beautiful to look at even in a photograph. And with my own eyes, it’s simply incredible.
279. | About cafes
I really like coffee with eggs. But if I had to choose, maybe I’d settle for a sunflower seed. They should be accompanied by a smile without sugar.
280. | A change in the method of travel
Accommodation, city, country, direction. The price of freedom is constant choice. Sometimes an old song says more than any map.
281. | Ninh-Binh
Ninh Binh became twenty-two days instead of four. A beautiful place, a shared journey, and 2,876 memories that proved surprisingly difficult to put into words.
282. | Hanoi and the current teaching
A day in Hanoi, an unexpected coffee invitation, a refused use of the bathroom and a night train ride. Every encounter teaches you something.
283. | China
China was my childhood dream. Six days, countless obstacles, broken systems, and unexpected help. In the end, I didn’t get to know China better, but myself.
284. | My breathing
I’ve been missing writing for the past few weeks. I know exactly why, and I don’t regret it at all. While I was breathing differently, The Miracle is Already Here project was born.
285. | The shaman
Sometimes a single sentence can work on us for years. This story is about how a piece of advice I received sixteen years ago changed me.
286. | Release
Instead of letting go, I now believe in integration. The pains of the past have not disappeared – I have learned to live with them. And to be happy.
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