Of dreams

To all my fellow travellers and dreamers, explorers and adventurers. Those who have taken a deep look at the places and people who make up our world and those who have held planet earth in their hands. To those whose memories are filled with strange and magical journeys and whose hearts are heavy with foreign faces.

And especially those who are eager to open their minds to the beauty of travel.

I have one million and one stories from my time on this earth, as many others do, and I often struggle to find ears that have time to listen. Loved ones grow tired of adventurous tales, people from far away lands do not excite them and they do not dream of climbing mountains, exploring deserts on camel back or learning of other cultures as I regularly do.
Our common interests dissolved as I walked into the departure lounge awaiting my first international flight.

I need a space to share my stories, and maybe connect with others who have returned home and felt a similar way. Stories of kind strangers, life lessons, colourful celebrations, personal struggles, harsh confrontations with reality. Stories of treks through history, and foreign languages. Stories of loneliness and stories of friendship. Of border crossings and long bus trips. Of perspective and of food.

But mostly, of dreams. And how they come true.