“There’s always happening much more than we can bear.” I know this verse by the Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer by heart — did he have…
Category: Diary
Himalayan Ride: Tso Moriri to Manali
The Himalayan roads between the Indian states of Ladakh and Himachal Pradesh will stay in my memory for the dust rising in clouds, the melting…
Mentok Kangri II
What a coincidence that on Sunday evening I met Sam and Michiel. As I left the main promenade in high spirits after my last Pocket…
High-Altitude Theatre
Act I: Masked Dance at Hemis Festival The Hemis Festival in Ladakh, India, is a vibrant two-day celebration in the beginning of June, marking the…
Over high passes from Zanskar to Leh
At dinner in the homestay in Padum, sitting around low Tibetan tables on the kitchen floor, I meet Amelie, social worker and yoga teacher from…
Into India: Punjab & Kashmir
Finally I’m holding my passport again, with Indian visa stamped inside. I got only 3 months, although I asked for more time. And I’m already…
Karakoram Highway
Breathtaking white mountains were touching the sky along scenic KKH – Karakoram Highway. This is the main road connecting Islamabad with Kashgar in China over…
A strange paradise along Indus
After a week in Karachi I started to feel headache and sore throat. Pollution was entering my veins. Time to leave! Cityscape didn’t want to…
Across the deserts of Iran
After biketouring for 5 months and reaching 6371 km, radius of our planet, I am resting in a hammock beside the ocean and recalling memories…
Blue world / Modri svet
Notes from Eva’s diary / Zapiski iz Evinega dnevnika Chefchaouen. The blue city, city of hashish.