The Twelve Village Trail
Sweltering and suffocating Even just in my boxer shorts and without a blanket over me, I’m barely making it through the night at the inn. I had somewhat forgotten, but Spaniards, and thus also Portuguese,… Lees meer…
Sweltering and suffocating Even just in my boxer shorts and without a blanket over me, I’m barely making it through the night at the inn. I had somewhat forgotten, but Spaniards, and thus also Portuguese,… Lees meer…
I can go again! Yay, it’s finally time to hit the road again. Heading south now, because those who know me are aware: there’s always something to experience, but I have two strict conditions: I… Lees meer…
New destination After more than four months of hiking through Denmark, Norway, and Sweden, and now a few weeks back in the Netherlands, it’s time for a new adventure and I’ve made up my mind!… Lees meer…
A lazy start pays off The wind howls around the egg. The starting point is unfavorable and the wind blows full force. Some rain also comes through the window. Luckily, I can keep it mostly… Lees meer…
Extra enjoyment in my nomadic life A beautiful sleeping spot truly adds so much extra enjoyment to my nomadic life. And this place is one of those. I am sleeping in a magnificent spot, right… Lees meer…
Sydkust After saying goodbye to Joëlle, Mark, and the dog Fee, I set off again. Although the route along the south coast continues from east to west, a new path begins from Ystad: the Sydkust,… Lees meer…