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  • One last ride through the Taurus mountains in Turkey. (the end)

    One last ride through the Taurus mountains in Turkey. (the end)

    Morning prayer is waking us up, before dawn. I sit up in the tent and look around. The fire brigade behind us, who we had asked last night in the dark, if we could camp in their yard. Of course they had accepted and invited us for tea, which we had to refuse, couldn’t we Read more

  • Finding my way back to needlework.

    Finding my way back to needlework.

    When you love something, set it free. If it stays or comes back you know it’s for real. I set all my sewing and slow fashion related projects on pause for a while. I had other things to focus on, which I find as exciting as designing fancy upcycling dresses. But I couldn’t do it Read more

  • Flat tyre on the motorway – cycling in Turkey.

    Flat tyre on the motorway – cycling in Turkey.

    Flat tires, dirty hands and a lot of food. Which is the perfect time for a flat tire? In the middle of a highway, late at night or under the rain? How come those things always happen in the worst moments? Flat-tyre-energy. Meanwhile it is very exciting to explore every country eastward by bike, the Read more

  • How does a moment become a memory?

    How does a moment become a memory?

    How does a moment become a memory? Moving from place to place, different impressions, scents and thoughts pass through your live every day. Where have I been yesterday? Where will I be tomorrow? It is hard to find the answer to those questions. Trying to remember all the good moments and the hard times. The Read more

  • Which country is your favourite ?

    Which country is your favourite ?

    Which country is your favourite ? Travelling through new countries with mixed feelings. What makes you love or dislike a country? What is it that makes you feel safe and comfortable out in the unknown and why do you feel uneasy and threatened in other regions? Or how do you choose a place to stay Read more

  • How did I get here? – thoughts before reaching Istanbul by bike.

    How did I get here? – thoughts before reaching Istanbul by bike.

    How come I am laying on a camping mat on the floor, somewhere in Turkey, in a room together with four other people. Four different lifes and pasts but all the same insane idea, to cycle all the way to and into Istanbul by bike? At this stage I struggle to remember when we set Read more