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The hooker

[Blog post for] I turned off onto a side road up toward the pass, hoping I’d reach it before dark. The golden hour was settling in, and the surrounding mountains were draped in an intoxicating red. Despite being blinded by an abundance of natural […]


Cool (EN)

‘My’ altitude is around 4,000 meters. And everything above.* Where you have passed the tree line. Where the landscape is rough, bare and overwhelming. Where you bump into a lost yak or into a mosquito which is not only in search of blood but also […]


Wild animals (EN)

“To whom can I donate my tent? It’s not completely ruined, but no longer sufficiently reliable for the extreme conditions in which I often camp. I can certainly please some homeless person or perhaps a sherpa or … maybe you know someone?” That was the […]


Treasures (EN)

I melted. Despite it being barely fifteen degrees. I felt the warmth. The warmth he had for his country. I heard it in his words. His beautiful words. The words of an eight-year-old boy who proudly spoke to me in English: “We are poor, but […]


Friends of the road – India

[‘Friends of the road (Vrienden van de weg)’ bestaat enkel in het Engels, excuses hiervoor] ‘Namaste!’ In an overpopulated country like India, it’s normal to meet many people. But I had no idea that many of them would be so kind to me. I would […]


‘More’ mere (EN)

“After October fifteen, the government is no longer responsible for what can happen on the road to Chandra Tal. This is because of the extremely cold climate and unexpectedly heavy snowfalls. Tent camps have broken up. No one is there anymore.”


Explorer of the year (EN – NL)

[Nederlandse versie onderaan] Somewhere at the end of December, not only my mailbox was pleasantly surprised, but me as well. Full of disbelief and blushing cheeks I got to read that, the American website for everyone who likes cycling through mountains and valleys with minimum […]


More new year (EN)

31 December 2017 Thagnak, a village in the Himalayas, 4682 meters above sea level, Nepal It’s New Year’s Eve, 9 pm. I try in vain to keep my eyes open. Struggling, knackered, I locate my manger for the night. The yak dung in the stove […]


Santa Clause is in da house

Santa came early this year… If you read my previous blogpost, you saw I sell postcards in favour of The Girls Hostel in Spiti Valley, India.   Santa decided to help the girls! Instead of selling the cards shown above for €15 each, he gives you […]