If anybody looks through some photos of this travel it will be automatically apparent to her that I love scarves. The one item that will never be missing from my backpack is a… Continue reading
In three days time we will celebrate twenty months on the road, on a journey across Asia without a date of return (yet). And feeling overly empowered by the experience, we have decided… Continue reading
Sightly annoyed, tired, dirty and ultimately lonely we walk out of town. From the last underground station, the city extends further, and we cross empty neighbourhoods, bridges and roads. Blindly, guided only by… Continue reading
Nobody really knows how we got there, how many turns we took, how many miles we drove until reaching the path guarded by the golden dragons. It must have been sometime in between… Continue reading
It’s common sense – says Marta – the year ends in autumn and starts again in March. And in between? In between is hibernation, or change, or centrifugal force carrying one through the… Continue reading
An invention to finance our way to India. Every handmade postcard takes us one day further in this travel.
Camping in Pai (Thailand) we started to draw for hours under the tropical rain. And made up a little guide for you to draw your own postcards too.
If you are one of those who hitchhikes just with a thumb, letting the road take you wherever it wants, here is a dose of inspiration to change your mind and maybe make your… Continue reading
Hitchhiking signs are not our strongest point. Spare a few unrelated occasions, we prefer to stand around with thumbs up and go where the traffic takes us (most of the times if that… Continue reading
In October 2013 we left home with a little cash and a long road ahead . Our aim was (and still is) to reach India over land or sea. As conscious hitchhikers and travelling… Continue reading
Once upon a time, just like now, Issyk Kul was a piece of heaven on Earth. In spring the wind would carry the song of a citar and an invisible brush would freely paint strokes of green and blossom white
Visible crow’s-feet stick out from a reflection in the mirror. And I count one silver thread for each car we drive on. Above thirty the passing of time makes itself present in one’s… Continue reading
Rosa’s daydreams fly out of the window as she travels contemplating the colours of the steppe. The semi-desert thirsty shrubs give place to green pastures, to creeks and tiny lakes with a crown… Continue reading
It’s only a day since we left the Aral sea behind – a small, blue, shrinking dot on the Earth’s surface that has loomed disproportionately huge in our minds and the dream of… Continue reading
It must have been Cortázar who convinced me that dreams have everything to do with fuzz. They crawl at night underneath your bed, and while you are busy dreaming something else, hide in a… Continue reading
The curtain raises. The transparent moon that impatiently plunges in the sky long before sunset grins in the background over saw-toothed mountains, while we energetically thumb up in the icebound outskirts of Erzurum.… Continue reading
Elusive and secretive, light as autumn haze and quick as a mountain creek, wild beasts shuttle through the barren landscapes beyond the limits of man’s formicaries. Invoked by fairy-tales and cave drawings, dancing… Continue reading
One would think that crossing from the UK to France is pretty easy when already on the ferry boat. But hitchhiking is a misterious enterprise, that can take you off the road when least expected. Who would have thought that the first petrol station to drop uo off after the Cale’s port is in the next country?
That’s how we got to spend the night on the Belgian seaside dunes.