The rhythm of the waves – Het ritme van de golven

The rhythm of the waves veats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armless marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever, Alan W. Watts, 2011

I don’t know why this has to be read right now, but I feel why I am reading this. Lonely I felt the last couple of days, sleeping in a tank-station close to Ljubljana, now being in a beautiful place next to a river with a table-tennis table and lots of greenery around. I am sitting upon the foot of a broken old bridge. Short after the split up of Yugoslavia the river broke out of its normal path and the whole bridge came down and broke into the water. Now the river is streaming over the old bricks where some metal pins are sticking out. It is the local place where the young and old people of the city – hang out together and allowed us to have a small pre-hitchgathering. Quite a surrealistic place with this bridge. I choose to have a short central European/Balkan hitchhike since my right knee hurts again to much to cycle. I think I have to change the distance for my legs on the bike so I have to push less and pull more. ‘Regentropfen’ from Chopin plays on the background while I am writing this. I just danced my ass of for more than an hour on ‘faithless’ music that came out of the small speakers of my laptop. I picked sweet fruit from the trees around. I felt lonely alone when the last people left. Now I feel alone in peace with watching clouds that cover the mountains on the left of me and the world that slowly falls asleep. The fresh green colours of the trees change slowly into dark contours. The insects are making sounds to prepare themselves for the night with here and there a lonely bird. I am going, put my phone on to see if I got texts from beautiful people and then hopefully fall asleep with the rest of Slovenia. Tomorrow I’ll hope to head for Vienna to reload my food storage in the rich dumpsters and the day after visiting  a second pre-hitchgathering close to Prague with – I call them my second family. Did I say that I was lonely? Love

Hibernating in Bulgaria, returning to Czech (Video 30-31)

I take a break from cycling to hibernate in the Bulgarian mountains. I return to Czech to volunteer for a while in a democratic school and leave again to cycle in the direction of the Danube delta in Romania.

#30 – I am hitching to Bulgaria due to pain in my knees from the cycling, hibernating to finally hitch back to Czech Republic

#31 – Back in the Czech Republic, I start volunteering in a Democratic School. However, after a couple of month’s my restless body makes me leave by bicycle again.

Film that I made for Donum Felix (the democratic school)

Hitching from Mongolia to Europe (Video 4,5,8)

About the homesickness and the hitch-hike back from Mongolia to the Netherlands.

#4 – The hitchhike from Mongolia, towards Lake Baikal, Irkutsk and Kansk.

#5 – From Kansk in the direction of Novosibirsk. Surviving in the autumn cold of Siberia.

#8 – From Siberia to Europe. Exhaustion and a race home

From Europe through Siberia to Mongolia (Video 1-3)

These first video’s are about the beginning of my nomadic life, where-in I thought I would travel for 10 month’s.

#1 – Taking the Trans-Siberian express to the middle of the Siberian taiga, hitch-hiking into Mongolia and surviving Mongolian wilderness.

#2 – After staying with nomads I am volunteering in Mongolia at the Anak Ranch.

#3 – While staying at the Anak Ranch in Mongolia I am considering traveling back to Europe trough Kazachstan or Russia.