Belgium and Norway, home...

Cold, cold, jetlag, and more cold. This is what Europe feels like after Australia and its 35 degrees in the shade. I need some time with family and friends and try to digest these past five months. I have been to such different countries with different languages, cultures, economical situations, religions… My conclusion so far: the world IS biútiful; everywhere is beauty, but also poverty, misery and illness. People can live under the most extreme conditions, and still be happy. In fact, those who have the least are often the happiest. I think back on the Nomads in Mongolia, they didn’t have much, but shared what they had with us, was it horsemilk or Arag. The street children in Katmandu with their huge smiles on their faces when we taught them a new game and they understood it, isn’t that happiness? I want to see more of it! Next up is Argentina and the end of the world, can’t wait. In the meantime, you can have a look at the photos taken during a walk in the Norwegian mountains… Isn’t there a saying that says: “no place like home?”

no place like home...