sunnuntai 27. joulukuuta 2015

Personalities

There is one thing I hate about travelling.
Coming back.

Well, I don't necessarily hate coming back -
I hate the feeling I get when I've been back for a while and I remember why I left.
I feel very different about myself and my behaviour when I'm back to my home city.
I feel like I talk too much. I find silence very awkward. In some situations I find other people's behaviour very cold, fake and rude even. I feel like I'm surrounded with strangers - strangers I, still, know. Sometimes I'm even struggling with my mother tongue. And I'm not sure if I like this me - why can't I feel normal and comfortable in the place I was raised at? Why do I feel different in different countries?


I find myself from time to time longing back where people are polite and thoughtful and don't take things for granted. I want to be surrounded by people who are interested in you and don't look at you weirdly. I miss the talking. "Where are you from? How long have you been travelling? What's your favourite place?"
You can talk about whatever. With whoever.


I feel bad I think this way in my own home.

Maybe it's just that my home is somewhere else now.

tiistai 8. joulukuuta 2015

torstai 3. joulukuuta 2015



BUS TO BALKANS: DAY 5

Good morning from the youngest country in Europe!

Prishtina, Kosovo



BUS TO BALKANS: DAY 4 
 
Old Bazaar
Skopje, Macedonia

keskiviikko 2. joulukuuta 2015





BUS TO BALKANS: DAY 3
 
 Oh, Balkans, you are treating us so well already.. I keep repeating this, but.. How can I ever settle down if I fall in love with every place I go?

Matka Lake
Skopje, Republic of Macedonia

maanantai 30. marraskuuta 2015



BUS TO BALKANS: DAY 2

Thoughts:
  • Sleeping is overrated
  • Looking homeless attracts even weirder people 
  • Pizza is a good nutritious diet
  • No reason to make plans; you'll end up doing something else anyways
  • People are amazing

 BUS TO BALKANS - DAY 1

Thessaloniki, Greece

perjantai 13. marraskuuta 2015



In the middle of 30-million-year old rocks, drinking wine on the edge of a huge drop, hiking, climbing and talking about life with people I had just met a few hours earlier; the sun was shining on us and I was the happiest I have been in a long time.

Meteora Monasteries, Kalambaka, Greece

sunnuntai 1. marraskuuta 2015

Perspectives.



Street art by Achilleas, Athens
Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.

No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.

Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.

Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?

I don’t know. ―Paulo Coelho

sunnuntai 25. lokakuuta 2015



There is a little bit of magic everywhere if you just look close..


"Travel is rebellion in its purest form. We follow our heart, we free ourselves of labels, we lose control for willingly, we trade a role for reality, we love the unfamiliar, we trust strangers, we own only what we can carry, we search for better questions, not answers, we truly graduate and we sometimes choose never to come back." -Anonymous

London 2015

perjantai 23. lokakuuta 2015




"Before she was unable to make a choice because she didn't know what would happen.
Now that she knows what will happen, she is unable to make a choice."
Montana de Montserrat, Spain

torstai 22. lokakuuta 2015

 
"Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this."
—   Did You Know  (via thisnostalgicheart)

tiistai 20. lokakuuta 2015


Every day I wish it wouldn't be the last day of the summer.
Today wasn't that day.





I found my paradise taking the tram five to the last stop and hiking to the cape. I was surrounded by nature and watched and judged by no one. People should always act like they were in nature. Even in the biggest cities, even surrounded by people. The peace you get should be part of everyday life.

Then I sat on a cliff, and a Greek fisherman shouted at me from his boat to get off the cliff - I think I was higher up and more on the edge that I realized. But I didn't care. I like this kind of things - cliffs, and sea, and, you know. 

I closed my eyes and I was breathing the sea wind, evening sun caressing my skin.

Nope. Definitely not the end of the summer yet.