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.
250. | Hello Banana
Every help counts. Sometimes it comes from a mistake. I’m a human, not a hero.
249. | Five days, 500 km on the roads of Laos
A five-day moment of a team chasing gas and eating melons along bad roads. Harmony, lots of smiles. 500 km of friendship.
248. | Luang Prabang
And it doesn’t matter which side of the ship the water washed over…