Ha Giang, Vietnam. High mountains and high gender inequality

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We are driving through the rugged mountain roads in the most remote part of Vietnam – Ha Giang province in the very North next to the border with China. Ha Giang is also one of the least populated and poorest … Read More

The Wild West of Iceland

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Raw. Rough. Rainy.Rural. I am trying to list all adjectives I know starting with R and also to describe the raw, rough, rainy peninsula in west Iceland named Snaefelsness. North Atlantic ocean in the North and South of the peninsula, … Read More

RÉTTIR – Chasing sheep in Iceland

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White Walkers! Anton cheers gleefully, a cheer which is absolutely not relevant if one sees a white walker. The White Walkers we see are fluffy, funny and look like they’ve got no idea what’s going on (and they don’t really … Read More

“Arriving or leaving?” Or how our adventure in Iceland began

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Be aware of the fact that no coconuts and beaches are involved in this story. Passports – checked, almonds – checked, woollen socks – checked. Let’s go then. Like snails, but with two houses, one backpack in front and one … Read More

My feelings towards Couchsurfing and other free-couch-offering alternatives

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I love travelling. Also offering stuff for free and getting stuff for free. Hence the idea of sharing my couch or floor with the world for nothing in return really fits me like a glove.No less than that I really … Read More

Mud and beauty. From Nong Khiaw to Muang Ngoi, North-eastern Laos

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There is something about Laos that cannot be explained in words or photos. It is just the most magical country I have seen. The truck stops and we jump excited, not believing we arrived successfully. We say goodbye to the guys … Read More

Autumn home

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“They say home is where the heart is but my heart is wild and free So am I homeless Or just heartless?” Passenger, a great poet and singer-songwriter The leafs are turning yellow, so yellow, so rusty orange, brown. They … Read More

Inside I am dancing

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Maybe it is the 20th minute in complete stillness and quietness. My body is in Chiang Mai, North Thailand and it is another day of immersion into something beautiful, which completes and justifies any action and decision that had brought … Read More

Faces of Hoi An

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The Faces of Hoi An A boy I know once said Hoi An is a vortex – a place which draws people and makes it hard for them to leave. He came for a few days, stayed more than a … Read More

A day in Hoi An

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The day starts earlier than I can make a habit for myself. But when in Vietnam do as Vietnamese do. Trying to accommodate this philosophy I wake up in these hours when in our country the whole city sleeps and … Read More

Yes, I speak a little. Why do we try to learn a bit of the local language?

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Because everyone (well, almost) can scream “Wow, you’re beautiful” or “Shit” in the charming Italian language, the melodic, purple sounding french or the professional, quite dry german (in the latter case it sounds to the unfamiliar with the language foreigner … Read More

All dressed in white. Wat Tam Wua forest monastery

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I have been interested in what is meditation for the past year. I wondered if it is this really deep thing for only special people who don’t consume chocolate and wine. What happens when you meditate? Is it true it … Read More

A tiny cup of tea in Vietnam

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Your hands are freezing. So is your nose, fingers and eyelids. It is already two hours that you haven’t left the seat of the motorbike, riding through the mountains, on dusty roads, passing by other travelers, by women carrying heavy … Read More

His name is Good Morning Vietnam (or how we bought a motorbike by just having a beer hoi)

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His name is Good morning Vietnam. Maybe he is not as young and pretty as he had once been, but Good Morning Vietnam has aged gracefully and I am sure he keeps many secrets of past adventures. It’s seven o’clock … Read More

How I saw the magic of Laos

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It happened somewhere in between: Watching the monks receiving alms in a small village in the early misty morning.                   Feeling the cold mountain air of the far North East Seeing the beauty in: The fisherman boats passing by slowly … Read More

Tiny Asia-s (a note: south eastern part)

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A tiny, humble list of South East Asia moments and all kind of little things. Sunset above the Mekong, when the sun is so pink and so red and so orange. The fishermen are coming home after work. Papaya salad, … Read More

Something about the red dusty roads of Cambodia

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Here we are. Me and Anton sitting on chairs on the street. The street is the unnamed border between Thailand and Cambodia. In our hands – enormous fresh coconuts, in the legs – the backpacks, in the passports – visa … Read More

We are tourists after all or one day around Battambang’s countryside on a tuk-tuk

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We are in Battambang – the second largest city in Cambodia. The vibe of this town though is more like of a smaller provincial town. The center streets are small and charming, the pavements stocked with fruit and fast food … Read More

Where the birds fly away in the winter

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There the sunset is so pink, so orange and so always at 18 pm. There everything tastes spicy and smells of coconuts. There the hermits fight for new shells and you can find a jellyfish as tiny as a vitamin … Read More

North we shall go. Chiang Mai, Northern Thailand

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Our trip to the North of Thailand began with a crazy tuc-tuc ride to the train station. Even though many travel websites recommended the night train, Bangkok-Chiang Mai, we voted for the day train. It’s slower yes and it doesn’t … Read More

From Yambol to Bangkok

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The airport in Sofia. We spent the day in final preparations, shopping, checking the luggage and a quick beer with Maria`s parents.     This was going to be my last Burgasko (Bulgarian beer) for I don’t know how long … Read More