My journey
The Local

The Local

Who says you can’t have random adventures at home? I am sitting by the door of fancy People’s Place in Amsterdam, doing a door shift for the swing dance party I’m attending. Two guys walk in: French, attractive and wondering what kind of party is going on here? One of them coincidentally knows how to...
The Best Of

The Best Of

Fifteen Months of Travelling Things I learned about myself: I don’t send postcards. I send hearts on WhatsApp. Dancing is my drug, my energy, my first love always. My friends and family are part of who I am. I am independent and strong. I have principles; that’s okay. I live by them but sometimes I break...
Pizza with an African

Pizza with an African

He got up to order a pizza, then paused. With a worried expression he asked if I was a vegetarian, said he couldn’t continue our evening if I was. I laughed at his relief when I said I wasn’t and jokingly exclaimed: “you Africans and your meat!”. He looked at me in disbelief and started...
Home is Where..?

Home is Where..?

Home is where the heart is. But what if its GPS signal is mixed up? The past weeks my heart told me it was ready to go home to reunite with friends and family. But now that the end is near, an anxious feeling seeps in. I wonder, will my heart follow me to the place that I...
Infecting the City

Infecting the City

The arts festival Infecting the City may be the best way I have ever seen art being brought to “the public”. For the duration of one week city life was shook up by artists. They performed all over Cape Town’s public spaces like the station, shopping mall, in the park and on squares. It was free for all,...
We Should Love

We Should Love

Up on a hill in a beautiful garden a man sang to me. His voice was the most beautiful, his words the most true. I felt love. We’ve got holes in our heart. We’ve got holes in our lives. We’ve got holes but we carry on. The garden was Kirschtenbosch Botanical Garden, Cape Town, and the man...
Heimwee naar Holland

Heimwee naar Holland

Daar zit ze met een ijsblauwe trui aan en sjaal om. Ze heeft me net de tuin laten zien door het oog van de laptop. “Kijk, lieverd, het hagelt.” Ik zie geen hagel, de verbinding is te traag voor het vallen van de stenen, maar ik zie wel een waterige zon in een winterlucht. Ik...
My Life With Didi: Black & White

My Life With Didi: Black & White

I considered starting a series of blog posts called “My Life With Didi”. Unfortunately, I cannot commit myself to writing regularly about it: too busy living it! Didi is my Capetonian housemate, she is the same age as me (27), does the job I would want to do (Project manager for cultural projects), and decorates...
The Art Of Boredom: Take A Bus

The Art Of Boredom: Take A Bus

The appeal of long-distance bus travel: you sit and stare, listen to some music and become increasingly bored with your idle state of nothingness. There are articles promoting the art of boredom and if you’ve been wondering how to practice it I suggest you take the bus. There is something oddly satisfactory in being bored...
Proclamation of Love

Proclamation of Love

South Africa, beautiful, complex, intriguing South Africa. Where a black taxi driver advices against your given destination because “there are many blacks”. Where dramatic mountain tops give way to wild coast lines, and fertile winelands bring colour to arid desert landscapes. Where you can drink a rooibos cappuccino, or an endless selection of good wine. Where you...

The Final Chapter

Chapter 1: Backpacking Argentina, Bolivia and Peru, getting used to living the free life. Chapter 2: Dance workshops and nature parks in The United States. Chapter 3: Working (as volunteer) and travelling in Malawi, Africa. Chapter 4: Travelling and working (as volunteer) in South Africa. I am currently reading the fourth chapter which, like preceding chapters, does not disappoint....
Photos!

Photos!

As the gallery on my website does not let me upload pictures anymore :-(, I have ventured out to Facebook. Find photos on www.facebook.com/seenbyphine (should be accessible even if you do not have a facebook account).