Diving in Borneo – Nunukan Island
It feels like my hands are attached to the boat. Thousands of thoughts are whirring through my head. What if I swallow water and can’t get back to the surface.→
It feels like my hands are attached to the boat. Thousands of thoughts are whirring through my head. What if I swallow water and can’t get back to the surface.→
My trip to Borneo was one of these trips you’ll remember forever. Travelling how I like it. With jungle and spending a lot of time with the locals (and not→
The pictures of Mauritius I had in my mind so far were beaches, palms, honeymooners, happy couples, love, peace and harmony. And to be honest: that sounded super boring. Sure:→
When I’m travelling I like to pretend that I’m a local. Then I’m sitting in cafés watching the locals, imitating them and thinking about how it would be to stay.→
It’s my second time in Istanbul now – the first time, around five years ago, I only had about 24h. And I saw nothing. We arrived late at night, drove→
I’ve never told you how I came to the name of my blog… it all started on March 19th 2010, it was the evening before my birthday, I was sick→