“Eva, what is your website about?” Isn’t that obvious? I would say. Apparently it isn’t. The more I think of it, the more I realize that perhaps it’s hard to get indeed. To get what it’s ALL about. Because I don’t know neither. A personal blog, a life and adventure journal. Inspired by Via Dinarica, I started to explore. It’s shows a journey. The journey of me, following my path. Step by step. One step at the time. Sometimes I can hardly see the path, but that’s part of the process. The process called life.Continue Reading "What it’s all about, let me explain"
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"
“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?Continue Reading "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 sometimesContinue Reading "Storyteller"
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?"
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"
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.Continue Reading "I hike because I can"
“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.
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.Continue Reading "Mali Princ"