Silent and opaque the night spreads its black curtain over the scarcely populated mountains. Like a candle in a dark room, Aizawl, the capital of Mizoram, illuminates the distant hills in a gleaming aura. It has taken us many hours … 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.
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
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
Nobody knocks on the door after 9 o’clock. The neighbours have just left home after some wine and chat, the witch from down the road never knocks but bangs and would just push the door shouting “Mananaaa” – my grandma’s … Read More
Why did you pick us up? We ask the Mikael, after an hour ride. We are curious to know, if not the real motivations, at least why people say they decided in a micro-second to stop and share a ride … Read More