Vegan in Bangladesh

Unfortunately, there is no magic word in Bangla to easily describe your dietary preferences. It is very difficult for a Bangladeshi person to understand that you do not want any meat. Trying to find vegan food in Bangladesh has been a challenge with many obstacles. Though, everything vegetarian will most likely be vegan too. They never use Ghee, since vegetable oil is way cheaper. This is especially true for street food-places. Mustard- or corn oil are used to reduce the production cost. The kitchen of Bangladesh is very Indian-inspired. But...

The story of a station untold

Embarking on my television Sideways plugged into nature The danger of collision Absorbing the local portraiture Roots transpiercing a wall of rocks Trees showing off their origin of life The best reality in the world A green rectangular turning blue My thoughts uncurled No deadline due Bumping arduously to the lake I am awake The squeaking train amplifies emotion Biting my hand not to scream Thankful for my devotion Pale skin welcomes a sunbeam Children waving with smiles in their eyes Pure generosity Pleased with my downsize Alone in a...

Raw beauty with a tourist flair.

Myanmar is a hidden treasure in the middle of all the South-East Asian action. Squeezed between Thailand and India, it is a forgotten destination due to the rumours that it is expensive and hard to move around. Well, I'm here to prove you wrong! It is by far the most beautiful country I've ever visited, though, the contact with locals is rather difficult. The locals are afraid to take you into their homes due to a weird law that forbids visitors to be in a private home after 10pm. Therefore,...

Buses are created by the devil.

I’m not a beach girl. And I happened to have stranded in a beach resort. Great. There was a lot of sand. I woke up to a beetle in my toilet and a frog in my washbasin. I had set my alarm at 5am to make it at least a little bit worth the while of being there. Good thought. A small amount of villagers were up sweeping streets and preparing fishing nets. They were smiling me a good morning. An 8 hour bus ride soon became 10. It’s like...

A magic word.

One word: thatalo. It literally means: “no living things” With this magic word, you will go a very long way. I learned this word at the border, and once I did, I never looked back. You could easily walk into any place in Myanmar and get a vegan dish without any problems. And on top of that, people will LOVE that you know some of the local language. Traditional Myanmar food consists mostly of rice, a variety of fried vegetables and unfortunately, a lot of meat. But don’t panic! Simply get all the...

Bladder control

Bangkok made me lazy. Lazy for private rooms and easy Thai food. A Tom Yum a day, keeps the doctor away! With a stopover in Kanchanaburi, I finally hit the road again. I felt like reborn, just by stepping out of my little circle of lazy misery. Will I ever learn? I caught an early bus to Phu Nam Ron, which was the first step of an adventure that was going to be much longer than researched. Like always. I had picked the most remote border crossing there was to...

A little update

WHOOSH. I got teleported to Thailand! 😮 As I was laying on my bed, trying to get the crappy fan to cool me down, I could not believe what had just happened. A little bit more than one year ago, I left for a life-journey around the globe. In Nepal I had planned to stick around, but exiting family events decided otherwise. My Nepali visa was running out and I needed to get home anyway; but I still had 2,5 months left before my family was going to expand, TWICE!...

Hitch-hiking in the Balkans

I was kind of depressed, walking around the authentic streets raped by the fake-ness of the tourist industry. I started walking into the darkness, up, up, up she goes! Walking up to the dark piece of history embracing the mountains felt really powerful. (Ok, maybe I was a tiny bit afraid.) The windy sleep was short but powerful, and the view made it all up. Found my lost sock on the way down. I showered in the sea, picked up my luggage in the bus station. Thumbs up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On...

Serbians in Montenegro

That early Sunday morning at 6am my next Blabla-car picked me up. The mini-car (grey, the car was grey) could only fit my backpack after some serious Tetriss-ing and I got squeezed between their roadtrip of testosterone, booze and The Prodigy. They were the type of guys I would not trust the tiniest bit when in Belgium: shaven heads, sport trousers and faces that clearly had lived a bit too hard on 90’s parties. Nevertheless, one of the guys wore braces and it is generally known that someone who cares...

Versatile kitchens

I got a ride from an Italian guy on speed vacation. He was a total contradiction of me, because he had planned out EVERYTHING: from the hotel he was going to stay in, to the restaurant where he was going to have lunch. The man thought it was pretty funny for him to give a vegan a ride to Macedonia, which means fruit salad in Italian. Besides this counterpart, we got along pretty well. The hours glided by as fast as the landscape. Since there were 5 beds in his...