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.
293. | Google Local Guide 8
My 2,000 photos have been viewed 800,000 times. I love those two numbers. Because I can believe that in a few moments I managed to help someone.
291. | The sky is always blue over Sa Pa
I let my desire take me to the top of Fansipan. From there, it really seemed like the sky above the clouds was always blue.
287. | Sa Pa
Sa Pa is beautiful on the square. But my most beautiful memory so far is not about the mountains, but about an unexpectedly gifted half day.
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.
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.
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.
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.