Home in the rain
Severe weather in a huge shelter In the early morning, I wake up to the sound of rain hammering on the wooden roof of my shelter. The rain is truly pouring down in buckets. In… Lees meer…
Tag: wildkamperen
Where does the time go?
Two months on the road Two months have passed since I closed the door behind me in Alkmaar. To be honest, I hardly have a sense of time anymore. Often, I don’t even know what… Lees meer…
Let’s have some coffee together
The birds are silent In the early morning, I sit with my coffee in front of the little house. It is completely quiet. No concert of birds chirping. A strange feeling. I hadn’t noticed it… Lees meer…
From canyon to silence
Crowded in the gorge After my coffee and breakfast, I head down the mountain back to the village of Fjällbacka. In the middle of the village lies a true tourist attraction: the enormous granite rock… Lees meer…
Unable to say goodbye
Busy and calm at the same time This spot by the sea is incredibly delightful. I just can’t say goodbye to it. I often feel this way about beautiful places, but here it’s especially strong.… Lees meer…
Why can’t that be done?
The tent is as leaky as a sieve It rains heavily at night. Really tough for my three bodyguards who are lying in their tent further away. I had said they could come into the… Lees meer…
