This is what I feel while travelling. Rushing into the unknown – snow-capped peaks, blue skies, wild forests – and yet at the same time the experience is already a memory. The things you remember about the places you passed through are never quite as defined as the actual moment itself once was – it is blurrier, lighter, subject to fading. But the essence of the feeling that you had being there in that moment is not lost. You remember well what you felt as you stuck your head out of the window and looked at the untamable mountains, felt the wind blowing through your hair, the sun warming your face. Oh yes, you remember it all too well. You felt it deep in your bones. You felt a wild love for life. You felt w a n d e r l u s t .
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Hey there, I'm Lau. Originally Dutch, travelling the world like a nomad. I try to be open and appreciative towards the splendour of the places that I see and the people that I meet, wherever I may find myself. Some think I'm slow. Compared to some other travellers, indeed I like to take my time. Also at home, I believe in a somewhat slower lifestyle. If you're into that, I invite you to armchair journey with me! View all posts by Lau