Summer in Balkans – Zomer in de Balkans

I think about Grandma when I take a break, here at the blue water of a river in Macedonian Greece. She always talked about her far journey’s while she read her magazine ‘ Royals’ and felt asleep with the only sound remaining – the ticking clock. A feeling of love streams through me when I …

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 …

Reviving the Countryside

We are dancing, screaming – playing the guitar, melodica and sing. There are no borders, we are acting as crazy as possible. When he looks at me, I see a small boys face, eyes looking frolicsome. I enjoy almost every minute. Sometimes it is difficult and we need some distance. We smash Dutch humour against …

Cycling from The Netherlands to Czech Republic (video 27-29)

I am leaving by bicycle and cycle trough West and central Europe, meeting lot’s of great friendships for life on the way. #27 – The funeral of my grandma leaves me in confusion. Nevertheless I decide to leave Europe again, this time by bicycle #28 – cycling from The Netherlands, through Germany to the Hitchgathering …