Past, ideology, spirituality, chaos, height, play and a quiet walk home. That’s what a perfect day in Hanoi meant to me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.