nincha

Traveling always helps you to see the world with different eyes. Since you're born you live in a certain culture, certain rules are followed by the society and that appears as the only valid reality, you expect that the whole world is like this. But when going abroad, you soon discover that the obvious truth for you is something that doesn't exist in other cultures. People think differently, they have others morals, their habits are completely opposite to the yours. These differences range from simple everyday things that we do, up to life patterns and society standards. Once I remember I ordered coffee with milk and a coke in Colombia and the waiter asked for whom the coke would be, since I was alone. I said, well, it's for me. He then looked at me completely ... read more

Everybody always asks me, why I travel alone. If I'm not afraid, or if I don't miss company. Truth is...I don't miss anything, because in this way, you create your own journey, you don't actually plan that much and best of all, you don't need to adjust your plans to other people. If it happens that you share a part of the path with someone, it's more coincidence and a much bigger pleasure than it would be otherwise. So, in this way I end up doing all kinds of stuff, with all kinds of people that I meet on the way. And honestly, I get to know so much more people if I'm alone than when I travel with somebody. Today, I enjoyed the company of a very nice girl, which turned out to be only ... read more

I hardly can describe the feeling when I arrive at the airport, I love airports…don’t know why, but I get all excited about it. I’d love to ask every single person about his or her plans, the story behind the journey, where are they going, what for…you meet so many interesting people on airports, it’s like a meeting point for all freaks (positive meaning) of this world. Hoping to get someone interesting onto the seat next to me on the plane…aaaaand there we are…a big family, with a big lady sitting next to me, talking to me in a language I don’t even remotely understand (and she didn’t give up even after I was shaking my head like “sorry maam, but I really don’t speak your language”, all the time hitting me with elbows, starring at ... read more

I always loved to explore and eventually get lost. At my early age of around six years it all began with running away from my parents to explore “the world” on my own, which meant more or less that my parents were in constant search for me while on vacation, in hotels, camps, on ferries and so on….I actually couldn’t stand still and I assume I was a really annoying kid, always asking where we’re going next and now I believe that after a long working day this is the last thing you want to hear from your hyperactive child, when all you really wanna do is to chill and have some peace. So, I bothered my parents for as long as I could, and then eventually I was able to escape on my own…well, kind ... read more