Some stories stick with you – especially the ones sparked by imagination and a late-night cigarette. Today, I’d like to share a quirky memory from my early days in Lagos, Nigeria. I was staying at a lovely hotel, double-fenced, with all the bells and whistles when it comes to security. Basically, Fort Knox with palm…
A minimalist adventure story with a deep fall and a big heart Ever since I started traveling, I’ve let go of many things: unnecessary baggage, big expectations – and trust in manhole covers. Yes, you read that right. I have deep respect for anything on the street that looks like a lid. It all started…
Today, I’m simply sharing a memory. No fixed plan. No chronology. Just like life sometimes brings them back – between images, feelings, and your own rhythm while being on the road. Back then, I was in Egypt. My destination: Sudan. The route was clear: from Hurghada to Aswan, then on toward the border. Aswan was…
When everyone tells you what is reasonable, but you still risk losing — because life is not about living someone else’s path. Because these are not your own thoughts, but the opinions and expectations of others that settle like a fog upon your heart. I was deeply afraid to travel to Nigeria. A fear that…
