Posts tagged "Lessons learned"
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...
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...
Blues-Fusion Dancing: Go Dance It On The Mountain

Blues-Fusion Dancing: Go Dance It On The Mountain

I had found a treasure. Standing there under the stars staring at the mountains’ silhouettes, feeling the warmth of bodies swaying in unison to electronic music, I was thankful to be part of what was happening here. I was in Paonia, Colorado, where I and a few dozen other dancers had pitched up our tents to...
A Guy from Iowa

A Guy from Iowa

It may have been my greatest adventure to date: going to Iowa. How does visiting a state known for its corn fields and wind turbines qualify as adventure? Well, because I went to see a man. A guy from Iowa, who was given the catchy name of Guyowa by my Seattle friends. Equipped with bright...
My Time

My Time

Nineteen weeks so far; it has been the longest stretch I have been away from home. And I still have a ways to go: apart from a three week pit stop at home in late August, I will go on travelling until February 2015. People ask me if time flies by, or, alternatively, if it...

JK Rowling: to fail, and to imagine

Listen to JK Rowling’s funny and worthwhile speech on failing and imagination here. I couldn’t agree more with her conclusion: “As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.” – Seneca
The hand about to hit

The hand about to hit

The weight of his hand presses down on my head, while his other hand steers the boat down the dark river ahead of us. The two of us are surrounded by the darkness of a beautiful Amazon night, alone in this vast, uninhabited rainforest. His fingers creep to my forehead, and after some slow strokes make...