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

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

#29 – Cycling through Germany, staying in Kesselberg – continuing to Czech Republic

Hitching back home through Georgia and Turkey to Europe (video 24 – 26)

I am hitch-hiking back home through Armenia, Georgia, Turkey and East/central/west Europe for the wedding of my sister and the funeral of my grandma.

#24 – Hitching from Armenia through Georgia to a great ecological farm

#25 – Working on a great organic farm and the visit of my little sister in Georgia

#26 – Back in The Netherlands, the great contradiction of a wedding and a funeral

Hitching through Iran, back to Armenia (Video 20-23)

I will discover life in Iran and travel trough Armenia again. In Iran I make a loop and travel slowly back home because my sister will have her marriage. I am very touched by the impressive Iranian and Armenian experiences.

#20 – I am slowly traveling through Iran, discovering the culture, music and making friends and start volunteering in a hostel

#21 – After volunteering in the desert of Iran, I hitchhike through the country, making great friends

#22 – After being for a month in Iran, I hitchhike back to Armenia and being there for longer time, I experience the great desolation of the country

#23 – My last weeks in Armenia, celebrating my birthday in Armenian style and being very touched, traveling in the direction of Georgia

Hitching from Turkey through Armenia and Georgia to Iran (video 14, 15, 17, 18 and 19)

The heavy experience in Greece makes me go east. The travel will slowly lead you trough Turkey, Armenia and Georgia towards Iran and gives a review on living a nomadic life for a year.

#14 – After an unpleasant experience, I hitch-hike from Greece to Turkey

#15 – Resting and meeting nice people in Turkey

#17 – Having a great inside into permaculture and traveling trough Turkey

#18 – An ecological mandate and reviewing a year of living a nomadic life while being in Turkey

#19 – Hitching from Turkey through Georgia and Armenia, to Iran while experiencing great hospitality on the road.