How often have I been complaining about not being able to do anything? I hope not too often, although we all know I probably did. Well, today was time for a little satisfaction. A very glorious victory in my everlasting battle with “lists”. Continue reading “No Citizen”
The days slowly started to drift into a seemingly motionless blur of time. My aversion of lists was not quenched on account of nothing happening. Not a single box got ticked, and my hands were bound in terms of remedying that. On the morning of the 22nd March I woke as usual, by the rising sun burning through the mist, looking for my weary eyes. One missed call by an unknown number from Perth. Not inclined to start the day with more hassles, I decided to take a shower first. Continue reading “A Strange Day Indeed”
If you would walk down towards the treeline from my parent’s front door, you’d stumble upon a shed, obscured from sight by some bushes and trees. In that shed you would find an assortment of chainsaws, bushcutters, wood splitters, and other machinery. If you would look past the small go-kart like mower (with the chunky tires for tackling mud and what not) roughly in between the vintage and the new tractor, you might notice a gray tarp. Continue reading “Open Roads”
Although I’ve been to France many times over the past 10 years, I’ve actually never been to Paris. Yet when the chance presented itself to remedy this, joining Rogier and Fabian to spend two nights there on their way back to Holland, I reclined the offer. To most traveller’s horror I assume.
The last couple of days, the hashtag I used as a title has been uttered more than once. It started as a little joke by Fabian to get some likes on his Instagram, and has since slowly taken over as a running joke during this trip.
My breath forms thin clouds in the cold air. The familiar sting of cold wind on the parts of my face not covered in hair. I’m SO happy with my beard right now. There is this near constant haze of mist clinging to the city, and it’s about -1 degrees outside today, thankfully it’s a little warmer inside.
It’s a scorching 32°C right now, even though it’s late in the afternoon and the sun is already setting in the distance. It’s not so bad if you’re out and about with a slight breeze and some occasional shade, but sitting on the balcony is, on certain days, quite the exercise. Still, I’m a bit disappointed I’ll have to miss out on the hottest months of summer. Continue reading “Assumed Bravery”
I’m feeling really stressed this last weekend. Mainly because I noticed Zoey is actually booked on an afternoon flight on the same Monday on which I need to get her passport legalized. The thing that annoys me most about that, is the fact I should have noticed that weeks ago when they first send me her provisional itinerary. But obviously, I didn’t. Continue reading “A Friendly Surprise”
As mentioned before, I spend many days of my childhood in the warm embrace of the Swiss mountains. Half of my immediate family lives here, and according to my grandfather I always drive the winding mountain roads as if I’ve been living here for years. I always remind myself that he thinks most people here drive like crazy bastards, but I take it as a compliment none the less.
It has taken me a little over a week this time to slow down to the pace of life people adhere to here. I’m in rural France, in the middle of nowhere really, staying with my parents, their dogs, Zoey’s mum, and a herd of Charolais cows in the pasture next to us.