In the middle of a thought

It’s a way of living. I choose to do so. I live on the road. I choose the Dinarides to do so.

I’m on my way. There’s no conclusion, I’m rather in the middle of a thought.

“What is your message?” a friend asked. “I don’t know.”

There are loads of things I want to say, stories I want to tell, thoughts I want to share, places I want to show. But a message? It would be good if I had one. One clear message.

“That’s okay, then you are the one that opens doors.”

I think he’s right. I open doors. more “In the middle of a thought”

​Why I hike

“And why? Why do you hike?” That’s what people ask me after they heared me out about where I started, where I’m heading to, how many kilometers a day and how heavy my backpack is. “Why not?” Yeah, why not? If I don’t like it anymore, I can stop. So, I hike because I want to. Because I like it. But is that really the answer? more “​Why I hike”


Quite often I loose myself in trying to find answers. The right answers of course. I know that they don’t exist and if they do, that they will change all the time. There are no ultimate answers and that’s OK. I accepted that, but sometimes more “Storyteller”

What am I?

I remember that I once tried to write a song when I was a teenager. I just discovered the magic of music and words. I remember me sitting on my bed in my cozy orange room. It was in Almere, during more “What am I?”


It’s one of these days.

Sentimental, melancholic. Tired.

Six weeks in Croatia. I talk about The Netherlands. I don’t know what I feel.

I’m in a town. A big town. Zagreb. I think of Amsterdam. I compare. more “Hollandia”

I hike because I can

Why I hike? Because I can.

I hike because decided I could. I, at least could give it a go. Try.

The simplicity of putting one foot in front of the other. Slow pace. Strong nature. Little me.

This trail, these mountains, the Balkans and yes, the actual hiking are ingredients. And tools. more “I hike because I can”

Ivine Vodice​​

“What is Ivine Vodice like?”

“Well, it is not as beautiful as this place”, the guy said while pointing at planinarsko sklonište Struge.

“Let’s say it is dirty, really dirty. But you’ll survive.”

“Great.” I looked at Caroline and saw a worried look in her eyes. Struge is a great place, but beautiful is a big word.

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Mali Princ

I’m in Velebit in a sweet little shelter on a fantastic spot with white rocks pointing out of the forest all around me. Wooden wildlife keeps me company. Other than that, I’m all alone. more “Mali Princ”

What I talk about when I talk about Hiking

“I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is that I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I gave up thinking about it. – Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.

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