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Continue reading →: Life of a pariah in Argentina (part 4)
It feels like our last day, but it isn’t. Probably because it seems like nothing more can happen to us. We have a new flight. Again. The borders are not closed (at least not for flights to Brazil), and with the necessary documents (boarding pass or ticket) we can leave…
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Continue reading →: Life of a pariah in Argentina (part 3)
In times of Corona, nothing is sure. Changes are made by the hour, people hardly get time to adapt. Even in Argentina, where today there are (only) 79 cases and (only) 2 people died. The Argentine government came together to discuss a total lock down. That it would come was…
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Continue reading →: Life as a pariah in Argentina (part 2)
We kept an eye on our rescheduled flight to Belgium, (our original flight was canceled and rescheduled through Brazil), it wasn’t canceled, yet, but the situation was getting dire, especially in Europe, where not only Italy and Spain, but also Belgium and France had gone into lock down. The Schengen…
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Continue reading →: Amazing AlbaniaI feel like I am a real globetrotter right now, and after one amazing adventure I dive into the next. Another, equally amazing. From Ethiopia, Africa, straight to Albania, Europe. In a way, both countries are alike, and then they are also totally different. Ethiopia has never been under European…
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Continue reading →: Into AfricaThere is Africa, and then there is Africa. The Africa we ‘know’, and the Africa we ‘think’ we know. I was in Ethiopia, I was in Africa. Ethiopia is the only African country that has never been colonised, and that is what you notice when you are there : European…
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Continue reading →: FOMO (fear of missing out)We have done a bit of an unusual thing, at least for a Belgian
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Continue reading →: Go South
It’s cucumber time. You notice it when silly things, in which nobody is really interested, fills our news apps and fills the home screen of our smart phones. So what else to do but talk about the weather? It might me an obvious subject to start a conversation in England,…
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Continue reading →: TDF (also known as Tour de France)Disliking bike races in the way that I do, is probably a sign that I am no real Belgian. (I should have a serious talk with my mother about this.) Much worse then what I called ‘Football Mania’ when I was living in Argentina, is this “Bike Mania” here in…
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Continue reading →: The Sorrow of BelgiumThe best thing about summer temperatures is that they are generally followed by thunderstorms. And that’s exactly my favourite kind of weather. As much as Belgians fear temperatures above 25 degrees, they also fear thunderstorms. The country even gets ‘codes’ when there might be thunderstorms coming. Code yellow, code orange,…






