Tag Archives: asia
The end of one journey manifests the beginning of another.
Press play first. And repeat. I tend to leave little pieces of my heart wherever I wander. On the last destination of the journey through my homeland, I find that it has always been here to begin with. Over a … Continue reading
When I fell in love in Baler…
People wonder why I lived in San Diego for a decade and never learned how to surf. I ask myself the same. It’s something I’ve always wanted to learn, something I just knew I would end up falling in love … Continue reading
On reflections and going back “home”
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” ―Jack Kerouac I started this blog a year ago. I used it to document my self-transformation, my journey, and to inspire others somehow with my photography and writings. A few … Continue reading
Do yourself a favor and buy that damn plane ticket already.
“Travel is never a matter of money but of courage. I spent a large part of my youth traveling the world as a hippie. And what money did I have then? None. I barely had enough to pay for my fare. But … Continue reading
Martijn + Paulien
She was 15 and he was 17. They had one date and kissed. He was floating on clouds. That was it began. They never looked back. Seven years later she was touring Laos in a motorbike and he was in … Continue reading
Why do I do this?
I had my doubts. Sometimes, when times were tough. That’s when it comes. When I’m feeling discouraged and unmet expectations take a hold of me. When people were telling me what to do and what not to do, I asked … Continue reading
On dreaming reality and realizing dreams
Press play. Repeat. I dreamt about this. Literally, just a few months back. Before I flew to this side of the world. I dreamt about walking through its dilapidated concrete structure. I dreamt of looking over the hills that rolled … Continue reading
Chasing waves and rice terraces…
There are people you cross paths with in your travels who float right past you, leaving you as you were, unaffected. Then there are those who seem to come at the perfect time, in the perfect place, as if the … Continue reading
Ten years later…
As the plane began its descent I looked through the window at the tiny shimmering vessels that pulsated through the heart of the city where mine beated for the first time. Before I could decipher which emotion I am feeling tears … Continue reading
infinite satori 