tisdag 16 november 2010
lördag 23 oktober 2010
South Africa - alive or dreaming
Only 9 weeks until lift off. The real lift off.
Last night I had a strange dream. My mother drove me to the airport, a strange one that I have only seen in dreams before. A little bit like a carousel at Liseberg. We were one minute late and I was devastated because I had heard that Brittish Airways always leave on time. As we were running towards the airport, we saw a plane lifting from the track. My mother was really sad because I had missed my flight, but I noticed the plane wasn't BA, it was some odd make that I hadn't heard of before.
I continued running, and suddenly a big ocean tried to sweep me away. I struggled and got angry with the water for trying to keep me from going on my trip. Suddenly, the water disappeared and I could, exhausted, show my ticket to the conductor. I waved good bye to my mother and entered the plane.
The inside of the plane was nothing like a plane. As I first entered, the captain was sitting at a small table with the co-pilot playing cards and smoking. They offered me to sit down with them, but I said I had to find my seat before take off, and so should they. "Öööööh we can be half an hour late without getting picked on, it's only five past now hey."
The inside was more like a ferry, with a big building site to the right where they were building a swimming pool.
I guess travelling is great whether you're doing it awake or not. One thing is for sure, one never knows what to expect when travelling in a dream. I am sorry that I woke up before arriving to my destination.
In nine weeks I'll be going to South Africa once again. I can't wait, and the time seem to move far too slow for my restless soul.
Last night I had a strange dream. My mother drove me to the airport, a strange one that I have only seen in dreams before. A little bit like a carousel at Liseberg. We were one minute late and I was devastated because I had heard that Brittish Airways always leave on time. As we were running towards the airport, we saw a plane lifting from the track. My mother was really sad because I had missed my flight, but I noticed the plane wasn't BA, it was some odd make that I hadn't heard of before.
I continued running, and suddenly a big ocean tried to sweep me away. I struggled and got angry with the water for trying to keep me from going on my trip. Suddenly, the water disappeared and I could, exhausted, show my ticket to the conductor. I waved good bye to my mother and entered the plane.
The inside of the plane was nothing like a plane. As I first entered, the captain was sitting at a small table with the co-pilot playing cards and smoking. They offered me to sit down with them, but I said I had to find my seat before take off, and so should they. "Öööööh we can be half an hour late without getting picked on, it's only five past now hey."
The inside was more like a ferry, with a big building site to the right where they were building a swimming pool.
I guess travelling is great whether you're doing it awake or not. One thing is for sure, one never knows what to expect when travelling in a dream. I am sorry that I woke up before arriving to my destination.
In nine weeks I'll be going to South Africa once again. I can't wait, and the time seem to move far too slow for my restless soul.
A few odd hostels
As I recieved TripAdvisors newsletter this morning I was stunned.
Have you ever seen hostels like these?
Treehouse hostel
A real shack
Kind of Alice and Wonderland
My travelling muscle started wrenching. But soon, I get to explore a new part of the second country in my heart.
Have you ever seen hostels like these?
Treehouse hostel
A real shack
Kind of Alice and Wonderland
My travelling muscle started wrenching. But soon, I get to explore a new part of the second country in my heart.
fredag 22 oktober 2010
Travel story - Machu Piccu
A short notice on what to keep in mind during a 4 days walk in the peruvian wilderness.
A girl once told me about her trip to Machu Piccu.
Before the 4 day walk she was told to get a carrier for her bag. She said "no no. Don't you think I can carry my own bag?" After a few hours they reached a village, and she was exhausted. Her guide found her a carrier and happily she gave him her bag.
As they arrived in the camp the same evening the carrier was sitting by the fire and her bag was safely in her tent. The next day the sun was shining as the carrier went off for the next campsite. As the company continued their walk everything was fine, but after a few hours some raindrops fell down the sky.
A short while later the rain was pouring as it does in the peruvian wilderness, and her rainwear was in the bag. She asked her guide if the carriers was far ahead of them, maybe she could run to get her rainwear.
"They are probably already at the campsite" he said.
"And how long before we're there?"
"About four hours."
As they arrived at the campsite her bag was in the tent, dry and safe. She was pouring wet and it took the rest of the journey for her shoes to dry.
Moral of the story:
Always keep your rainwear close to you.
A girl once told me about her trip to Machu Piccu.
Before the 4 day walk she was told to get a carrier for her bag. She said "no no. Don't you think I can carry my own bag?" After a few hours they reached a village, and she was exhausted. Her guide found her a carrier and happily she gave him her bag.
As they arrived in the camp the same evening the carrier was sitting by the fire and her bag was safely in her tent. The next day the sun was shining as the carrier went off for the next campsite. As the company continued their walk everything was fine, but after a few hours some raindrops fell down the sky.
A short while later the rain was pouring as it does in the peruvian wilderness, and her rainwear was in the bag. She asked her guide if the carriers was far ahead of them, maybe she could run to get her rainwear.
"They are probably already at the campsite" he said.
"And how long before we're there?"
"About four hours."
As they arrived at the campsite her bag was in the tent, dry and safe. She was pouring wet and it took the rest of the journey for her shoes to dry.
Moral of the story:
Always keep your rainwear close to you.
torsdag 7 oktober 2010
Couch Surfing "fika"
Yesterday I met about 15 surfers for a swedish fika. Four hours spent at an ecological café in central Sundsvall, talking about travelling and everything within the theme of travelling.
We exchanged ideas and talked about travel experiences. Machu Picchu, Bruxelles and Africa are three themes that were thoroughly discussed.
Places where I plan to go:
South Africa. Hamburg. Bruxelles. Colombia.
We exchanged ideas and talked about travel experiences. Machu Picchu, Bruxelles and Africa are three themes that were thoroughly discussed.
Places where I plan to go:
South Africa. Hamburg. Bruxelles. Colombia.
söndag 3 oktober 2010
Couch Surfing
Last night I attended a couch surfing party in Sundsvall. We were only four people there, although there are 104 couch surfers rgistered in the city. Still, we had a great time sharing our experiences. I became a couch surfer member in april 2010, and I still haven't had the oppotunity to sleep in someone's couch, and this summer a few people asked me to show them around Sundsvall, but I wasn't in town during summer. So this was actually my first meeting with other surfers.
For you who does not know what couch surfing is:
It's a global network of people sharing their couch. Some give you breakfast too, and the guys from yesterday told me one man once gave them both breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's free to join and easy to come in contact with people. It's also a great way to meet new people in the city you live in.
My original plan was to find surfers in the Gambia who was willing to let me sleep on their couch, but my plans changed and the trip went to Morocco instead. I didn't find any surfers in Asilah or Imlil, so I never got the chance to try.
One of the guys from yesterday is a jester and on his last tour he had been couch surfing every night.
Right now, I can't wait until I have the opportunity to travel again and try this kind of experimental way of living and travelling.
For you who does not know what couch surfing is:
It's a global network of people sharing their couch. Some give you breakfast too, and the guys from yesterday told me one man once gave them both breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's free to join and easy to come in contact with people. It's also a great way to meet new people in the city you live in.
My original plan was to find surfers in the Gambia who was willing to let me sleep on their couch, but my plans changed and the trip went to Morocco instead. I didn't find any surfers in Asilah or Imlil, so I never got the chance to try.
One of the guys from yesterday is a jester and on his last tour he had been couch surfing every night.
Right now, I can't wait until I have the opportunity to travel again and try this kind of experimental way of living and travelling.
torsdag 30 september 2010
directing the documentary
Is travelling for people of Industry countries only? There is a ongoing joke about japanese with cameras, it's been going on for years and years.
Groups of grown ups travelling together. Youths going all alone or with just one friend, maybe two. Stereotypes.
What is it all about?
How would one catch the different ways of travelling in a documentary? How could one catch the reality, is there only one? How could one obejctively travel around the world with a camera, catching what ever goes on, when there is no objective way of choosing when to turn the camera on or off?
Directing documentaries is a hard thing to do. However one work there is always someone who is left out. Word Travels is giving it a try.
They choose to use music and western stereotypes and perceptions to create videos for television, the reality not shown at all. It is made for tourists, media and is supposed to be enjoyable.
To travel is a way to meet reality. We are all responsible for what is going on in the world, but everyone can't travel. Everyone does not have time, money and possibility. They must rely on televison to show the truth. Is it?
We who travel must remember to see reality for what it is. That is not always beautiful.
Link: http://www.wordtravels.tv/episodes.php
Groups of grown ups travelling together. Youths going all alone or with just one friend, maybe two. Stereotypes.
What is it all about?
How would one catch the different ways of travelling in a documentary? How could one catch the reality, is there only one? How could one obejctively travel around the world with a camera, catching what ever goes on, when there is no objective way of choosing when to turn the camera on or off?
Directing documentaries is a hard thing to do. However one work there is always someone who is left out. Word Travels is giving it a try.
They choose to use music and western stereotypes and perceptions to create videos for television, the reality not shown at all. It is made for tourists, media and is supposed to be enjoyable.
To travel is a way to meet reality. We are all responsible for what is going on in the world, but everyone can't travel. Everyone does not have time, money and possibility. They must rely on televison to show the truth. Is it?
We who travel must remember to see reality for what it is. That is not always beautiful.
Link: http://www.wordtravels.tv/episodes.php
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