A story about a hedgehog who was shown by Asia that he doesn’t always have to curl up. It’s enough to be free and invisible.
302. | The Internet and its companions
Everything always works. Except when it doesn’t. Paying a bill can sometimes be more of an adventure than crossing a border.
301. | A little story about a little something
Ingredients: 4 people, 1 motorbike, 3 bags of rice, a big helping of kindness. Let’s ripen it into a memory in the bright sunshine.
300. | On two wheels in Vietnam
Five pleasantly slow days. I rode a motorbike. I munched on tea leaves. I walked over a river. I went to a cave. I discovered motorbike meditation. I did nothing.
299. | My second Long Way
I thought I was going to rent a motorbike. In the end, I ended up being the protagonist of a Vietnamese trust experiment.
298. | A real dream of happiness
I’m not happy because I know where the road leads. I’m happy because I love the way I’m walking.
297. | Warm welcome
There are places in the world where after three weeks I was welcomed as if I had arrived home. Sometimes that’s enough to make you feel at home.
296. | Finally something terrible
Sleeping on a sleeper bus is a lot of inconvenience. I only found one way to escape. I chose the story.
295. | A beautiful last day
Alone with the song of birds. The bright dewdrop on my shoe. Pretty flowers always smile.
294. | Sa Pa and Ninh Binh
A German, a Belarusian, and a Hungarian meet in Vietnam. This is not the beginning of a joke. Just another story in which our paths will cross again and again.