Postcards from Vietnam – I love the smell of napalm in the morning
Landing in Hanoi was like landing in a fantasy shaped by the explosions in Apocalypse Now and the positive feedback of fellow travellers. My idea of Vietnam…
India photo essay: an aftertaste of conformity
We weren’t ready. A few minutes after leaving the airport, at the first red light, the taxi driver shouted at us, worried, and told us to roll up the windows.…
Sunsets turn to grey: a tale of Southern Italy
It was another hellish summer day in Positano. The tourists boats were coming in since first hour in the morning. Not much had changed in town. On the way home…
The power of spontaneity
The bus from Ho Chi Minh took around 6 hours, seems to have come straight out of the seventies and doesn’t have air conditioning. Once I got to the…
Koh Rong, opposing views on paradise lost
A few years ago there was no electricity. And when electricity arrived, it could only be used a few certain hours per day. Now there’s wifi, a couple of fast…
Bad weather is a state of mind
Bad weather is something we humans have made up. It’s a bad way to start the day, giving clouds, strong winds or rain an unnecessary negative connotation.…