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.
259. | Meditation – a path on my journey
Meditation has become part of my journey. A little path I take every day. Simply. Just being.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.