4:36 am I am in my tent, in the jungle, in Nepal. I like jungle sounds, sounds I can not situate. Sounds from which I think: is this a bird or an insect?
Author: trien trapt
Stille Nacht (NL)
4 uur 36 Ik lig in mijn tent, in de jungle, in Nepal. Ik hou van junglegeluiden, van geluiden die ik niet kan plaatsen. Geluiden waarbij ik denk: ben jij een vogel of insect?
Friends of the road – Kazakhstan
[‘Friends of the road (Vrienden van de weg)’ bestaat enkel in het Engels, excuses hiervoor] I feel extremely spoiled meeting so many nice and friendly people on my way to Taiwan. Here again, in Kazakhstan, only spending twelve days, I could taste some of Kazakhs […]
Wild wheels (EN)
‘Atkoeda?’. Drunk question marks behind large, black glasses of a women’s vintage sunglasses looked blurrily at me. They adorned on the nose of a Kazakh on a motorcycle.
Wilde wielen (NL)
‘Atkoeda?’. Dronken vraagtekens vanachter grote, zwarte glazen van een vintage dameszonnebril keken me wazig aan. De bril prijkte op de neus van een gechambreerde Kazach op motor.
Friends of the road – Kyrgyzstan
[‘Friends of the road (Vrienden van de weg)’ bestaat enkel in het Engels, excuses hiervoor] Nobody told me before about the extreme generosity and hospitality of the Kyrgyz people. Nobody told me before that cycling through Kyrgyzstan would be such an overwhelming experience. It’s wonderful […]
Letter to my godchild (EN)
My dearest Louise, As promised, I owed you the first of March letter. March first has become August second, I am in Kyrgyzstan.
Brief aan mijn petekind (NL)
Lieve Louise, Zoals beloofd had je de 1 maart-brief nog tegoed. 1 maart is nu 2 augustus, ik ben in Kirgizië.
Friends of the road – Tajikistan
[‘Friends of the road (Vrienden van de weg)’ bestaat enkel in het Engels, excuses hiervoor] Although 33.2% of the Tajik population is poor and malnourished, they never doubt to invite you to their house for a cup of ‘chai’ (tea) and some bread with ‘Smetana’ […]
Tested and approved (EN)
[blog post for Grinta! cycling magazine] ‘Doroga normalne’ I hear myself babbling as I drag my bicycle over big rocks. A loud laugh escapes me. Some miles further on, I’m sprayed completely wet when cycling through melted snow that turns the road into a river. […]
Getest en goedgekeurd (NL)
[blogpost voor Grinta!-fietsmagazine] ‘Doroga normalne’ hoor ik mezelf brabbelen wanneer ik mijn fiets over grote rotsblokken sleur. Een luidop lachje ontsnapt me. Wat kilometers verder word ik compleet nat gesproeid bij het fietsen door gesmolten sneeuw die van de weg een rivier maakt. Welkom in […]
What’s in a name? (EN)
Along the side of the road a handful of grazing cows, a Chinese truck, stuck and a bit further a herd of shy yaks. On that same road, a fully loaded jeep with on its roof a sheep, looking around. He likes it there. The […]
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