The Tibetan town of Dege is a treasure hidden in the mountains of Western Sichuan. Disobeying the laws of time, it hides at the end of the world, keeping only a faint connection of dirt paths with other cities in the area. … Read More
Camping in Pai (Thailand) we started to draw for hours under the tropical rain. And made up a little guide for you to draw your own postcards too.
Sightly annoyed, tired, dirty and ultimately lonely we walk out of town. From the last underground station, the city extends further, and we cross empty neighbourhoods, bridges and roads. Blindly, guided only by hearing, we follow the noise of speeding … Read More
In October 2013 we left home with a little cash and a long road ahead . Our aim was to reach India over land or sea. As conscious hitchhikers and travelling pirates, we had quite some experience with low-budget adventures and … Read More
They say that Spanish always postpone action till tomorrow. “Mañana, mañana” (…) and we know well that tomorrow is a cunning concept in the wheel of time, that is always about to come but is never here yet.
The step between Kyrgyzstan and China is big. Huge. Two passport stamps and we are brought back nearer the Middle East than towards the far East we imagined China was. Minarets, veils, beards…
Once upon a time, just like now, Issyk Kul was a piece of heaven on Earth. In spring the wind would carry the song of a citar and an invisible brush would freely paint strokes of green and blossom white
Wool within wool. What is it? Like round fluffy white mushrooms, the temporary dwellings of the highland Kyrgyz dot the the mountain meadows. The yurts – their surreal portable homes sprout magically all across the summer pastures hidden in between … Read More
It’s almost sunset by the time we reach the tiny village of Shor-Bulak, by the shores of Issyk Kul. We have been walking under the sun and sweating for hours. A travellers stench steams from our socks as we take … Read More
Workshops always promise to be fun, but are not always so. You may spend hours and days painstaikingly drafting the perfect program for your audience, taking into consideration everything that can go right and wrong, working out materials, printing stuff. … Read More
Charyn canyon cuts a miniature 80 km scar on the flat surface of the great Central Asian steppe. Definitely a beautiful piece of Kazakh scenery that would adorn our travel album on the way to Kyrgyzstan if it wasn’t for a most … Read More
Visible crow’s-feet stick out from a reflection in the mirror. And I count one silver thread for each car we drive on. Above thirty the passing of time makes itself present in one’s skin. Fast, almost imperceptibly, each second, each … Read More
Rosa’s daydreams fly out of the window as she travels contemplating the colours of the steppe. The semi-desert thirsty shrubs give place to green pastures, to creeks and tiny lakes with a crown of canes and then back to a … Read More
It’s only a day since we left the Aral sea behind – a small, blue, shrinking dot on the Earth’s surface that has loomed disproportionately huge in our minds and the dream of which filled up the vacuum of time … Read More
Through its deserts I roamed and its mountains I took for my protection And the breeze that blew from the valleys I took for Allah’s blessings Its deserts, rivers, and mountains, I took for the edifice the True One Built … Read More
The Aral sea bed lies naked ahead. Its shells jingle like a million bells, freezing in the winter winds and boiling in the summer heat. We stand on the deck of a rusty old Russian ship that will never sink. … Read More