All posts tagged: trientrapt

Friends of the road – Nepal

In each and every country it’s the same old story… I actually do not want to repeat myself, but I can’t help it that I meet so many nice people. People who I want to thank for their generosity, people who I want to introduce […]

18 November 2018
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Tough tears (EN)

“When I regained consciousness, I didn’t know where I was. Around me were staring men and scantily clad girls with heavy makeup. I had never seen this, not even in movies. I was scared, very scared. I had never left my parents before. I was […]

4 November 2018
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Taaie tranen (NL)

‘Toen ik terug bij bewustzijn kwam, wist ik niet waar ik me bevond. Rondom me enkel starende mannen en schaars geklede meisjes, zwaar gemaquilleerd. Dit had ik nog nooit gezien, zelfs niet in films. Ik was bang, erg bang. Ik had nooit eerder mijn ouders […]

4 November 2018
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Behind the scenes (EN)

January 22nd, 2018. It was still early when I went through dark Kathmandu. I passed the impressive Bouddha Stupa. Around, clockwise, muttering monks and nuns. I was on my way to the bus stop.

22 July 2018
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Achter de schermen (NL)

22 Januari 2018. Het was nog vroeg toen ik me door het duistere Kathmandu begaf. Ik passeerde de indrukwekkende Bouddha Stupa. Rondom, in wijzerzin, prevelende monniken en nonnen. Ik was op weg naar de bushalte.

22 July 2018
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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 […]

15 April 2018
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Wilde beesten (NL)

‘Aan wie kan ik mijn tent schenken? Ze is niet stuk, maar niet meer voldoende betrouwbaar voor de extreme omstandigheden waarin ik vaak kampeer. Ik kan er zeker een dakloze mee plezieren of een sherpa of… ken jij iemand?’ Het was die vraag die ik […]

15 April 2018
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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 […]

4 April 2018
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Schatten (NL)

Ik smolt. Het was amper vijftien graden. Ik voelde de warmte. De warmte voor zijn land. Ik hoorde het in zijn woorden. Zijn mooie woorden. Woorden van een achtjarig kereltje dat me trots in het Engels toesprak: ‘We are poor, but rich in nature!’. Wijze […]

19 March 2018
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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 […]

19 March 2018
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