“What are you doing for Christmas? Where will you be at New Year’s Eve? Do you have plans for your birthday?” Same questions every year. More or less same answer every year. “Don’t know, I’ll see.” For me the holidays aren’t anything special. I’d be totally fine hanging out in a hut, shovelling snow, making fire, walk a little, read a little. But to be honest this year I did feel like spending time with friends. Maybe I could do this walking, fire- making and snow shovelling stuff wíth friends?Continue Reading "Trebević Tales #1 “The Wild One & Me”"
In Sarajevo I met up with Sabina, a sweet sweet friend ánd crazy-cool outdoor buddy I met three years ago. We stayed in touch and try to meet at least twice a year. Whenever we see eachother we go for a hike. Mostly in the mountains. This time Sabina took me to Trebević, thé mountain above Sarajevo. We made our way up from old town to mountain hut Jure Franko. Although Sarajevo is one of my favourite cities, I prefer breathing fresh mountain air. Especially during the winter Sarajevo is extremely polluted. Unfortunately.Continue Reading "Hiking from Sarajevo to Jure Franko WINTERVLOG #1"
At the end of the month I’d like to look back on what I did, where I’ve been and how I felt. I usually use my Instagram feed to do so, but this month I hardly posted any photos. Why? Well first of all, I didn’t feel like it. Didn’t feel like sharing. Secondly, I’ve been busy with the Croatian language course (so much fun!) and creating tours on Outdooractive. Yes I’ve been active on Outdooractive, but I was pretty lazy when it comes to hiking or any other adventure. But the actual reason I didn’t post photos (or write blog posts or make video’s) is that I felt a little lost.Continue Reading "Looking back on April: Lost"
Unbelievable, I’m already more than one month in Zagreb. At the end of the month I’d like to look back on what I did, where I’ve been and how I felt. Although my Instagram feed gives a pretty good impression, I’d like to add some video’s and other photos as well. This month there’s even a podcast, yay!Continue Reading "Looking back on March: One month in Zagreb"
At the end of the month I’d like to look back on what I did, where I’ve been and how I felt. My Instagram feed gives a pretty good impression, so I decided to make a photo essay each month. In February I gave a little talk about my hiking trip from Amsterdam to Sarajevo, I hiked and hiked and hiked and I moved back to Zagreb. Curious what it looks like? Well here’s my “Looking back on February” photo-essay. Enjoy.Continue Reading "Looking back on February: From Amsterdam to Zagreb into a White World"
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.Continue Reading "In the middle of a thought"
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 sometimesContinue Reading "Storyteller"
It’s the fifth time that I’m in Sarajevo. I’ve seen pretty much every season, from bloody, bloody hot to freeeezing cold, I only did not see any snow. Until two weeks ago. Caroline, a friend who came to visit me, saw it first. ˝I see something falling from the sky..˝ I got out of bed to check, but couldn’t really see anything. ˝Well, I think it’s the reflection of the light on the dirty windows.˝ The next morning everything was white. No dirty windows, (hmm well also dirty windows) Caroline was right. Snooooow in Sarajevo!Continue Reading "Snooooow (and other stuff) in Sarajevo!"
What to do with Christmas and New Year Eve… Same question every year.. Well, since I’m not home or walking home for Christmas, I thought it would be best to escape the city and plan a little trip to the mountains. Apparently I’m not the only one who liked the idea of getting away, my oldest friend from Amsterdam, Caroline, flew to Sarajevo and accompanied me on this beautiful, but freezing cold winter holiday in the Bosnian mountains. The great thing about Sarajevo is that within thirty minutes you’re in a complete different world. Vukov Konak, a traditional Bosnian Mountain Inn, was the destination.Continue Reading "Into the White"
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, duringContinue Reading "What am I?"
I’ve been a bit quiet the last few weeks. No new stories and no updates. I divide my timeContinue Reading "Another year…"
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.Continue Reading "Hollandia"
While sitting on my balcony, watching the sunset I realise I am ready. It feels weird, I’m having an amazing time here, but I’m also ready to move on.
It’s Tuesday today, which means I have already been here over a week. Time flies!Continue Reading "Goings in Sarajevo"
Saturday May 14th, accompanied by two friends and with all my luggage I left home and took the night train from AmsterdamContinue Reading "I’m going on a trip and I’m taking…"
After a fruitfull ˝business˝ meeting I slowly walked back to Den Haag Central Station. I of courseContinue Reading "One Hour Micro Adventure"
Dobro jutro! While kneeled down in front of my guest bed rummaging through my bag I suddenly feel two small arms around my shoulders and a small body pressed against my back. The eight-year-old girl whose room I’m sharing this week, has come to hug me good morning and disappears as suddenly as she came in.
When I’m left alone in the room after the hug, I feel my heart pounding, my stomach fluttering and my eyes water. Soon tears stream down my cheeks. A liquid smile through every fibre of my body. And at the same time pain, a subdued haze that I could call sadness. It is something that is hard to explain, but for me maybe the most valuable feeling there is. Experiencing extremes, let it wash over you, influence each other and reinforce. Connecting.
I’m staying at a young couple’s house in Sarajevo. For a few of days I am a part of their lives and they are a part of mine. At first their daughter looked at me with suspicion when she saw my bags next to her bed. A stranger speaking a different language and sleeping in her bed, she didn’t seem to know what to make of that.Continue Reading "Princess of the Mountains"
I’m under construction
just like my website
becoming a self-hosted versionContinue Reading "Under Construction"
While cycling up a tough mountain in Una National Park last summer, I came across a group of touring Bosnians. Just like any other passers-by, they wondered why on earth I was travelling on my own, by bike. It struck me that they didn’t ask why I chose to spend my holiday in Bosnia or the Balkans, but why I didn’t just take a car. Explaining my passion for cycling and solo travelling remains difficult, and perhaps it’s a cultural difference.Continue Reading "Sarajevo; a Concrete Gem Amidst Mighty Mountains"
“I am dancing with my true love – a memory of her. A smiling, blond-haired woman enters who wishes to take the flower of love – but it won’t allow itselfContinue Reading "Dance of Life"
After a night on an airplane, a transfer and another flight I arrived at Sarajevo airport mid morning. As forecasted it was a rainy day with low clouds so I did not see any mountains. Somewhat disappointed and tired from travelling I tried to figure out my next move, but before I could worry about where to go next I saw a girl with a sign reading: “ Eva Smeele Via Dinarica.” Smiling I went over and introduced myself.Continue Reading "Between Two Worlds"
I’m confused. I’m excited and a bit nervous, but there is also an indescribable calmness which comes from a deeper place. Wow, seriously? Am I writing this or truly feeling it?Continue Reading "Innertrail"
I just received an email from Alastair Humphreys, currently one of my great heroes. He is an extraordinary adventurer, author of nine books and motivational speaker, but besides that, I see him as a passionate man who is sending a message straight from and to the heart. That’s why he is a huge inspiration for me.
A few weeks ago, I signed up for his newsletter and today he finally wrote one.Continue Reading "Thoughts on Adventures"
This is how I see it: we are all floating around in an enormous swimming pool, filled with balls.Continue Reading "Balls"
After having fiddled around on bare feet and borrowed FiveFingers, I thought it was time to participate in a ‘small run’. With the 100 days programme of Sportrusten, Ruth Langemeijer has helped me to arrange a training schedule for the half marathon. I have learned not only to run in a new way, but also to breathe in a new way. An ideal combination, as it turned out, to train and monitor my body. I was making progress, I was doing great! Former running injuries kept quiet, and I finished easily. Finally I understood what runners meant when they say ‘I can still run for hours‘.Continue Reading "From marathon to burn-out"
Surprised I looked around the room: a bed nicely made up, with a small pile of towels and a face cloth at the foot of the bed. A bedside table with a bedside lamp and a small vase with flowers from the garden. An own sink, a privateContinue Reading "A lot of shit is compost for the future!"
I call her “my oldest and longest friend”, but she’s not the longest or oldest among my friends. We have known each other since kindergarten; I know her as long as I can remember. We have learnedContinue Reading "Ode to friendship"
I am not the only one, but will we work itContinue Reading "“I would like to mount my immunity.”"
A couple of years ago, a nice guy asked me at our date what I dream of. Whether I had dreams and what those were. I took it too literally, so I told him that I had a lot of dreams. “I dream pretty much always,” I said. He asked me to give an example, so I did. “One of the dreams I am having since I was a little girl, is that I am being followed by a dinosaur. By now, I can run a lot faster, but even more importantly, I can call myself to order. I can remind myself that dinosaurs have been extinct for a while already, and the chance is very low that I will find such a hungry, prehistorical creature chasing me to eat me. In my sleep I realize that it’s just a dream. But the annoying thing is, that my dream doesn’t bother. On the moment that I decide to stand still, the dinosaur keeps running and bites me in my arm. And then I wake up.”Continue Reading "What do you believe in?"