Five years — Traveling in times of fear
Today five years ago I was sitting in a restaurant in Timbuktu waiting for lunch while across the city in our hotel Martin was shot dead and Steve, Johan, and Sjaak were kidnapped by a gang associated with the aQIM
Four years
A year ago I said: I never want or write about this again. But a year has passed and, yes, there have been some good news, but two friends are still missing. So, I'll write about it again, even though
Three years
It is not the first thing you will learn about me when we meet. It is not the first thing you will learn when I talk about travelling Africa. It is not even the first thing I will mention when
Four friends
It's been one year since I last saw these four friends. An unusually long year. 366 days. But that's not true. They're always here. When I look over my shoulder I see Steve. With his warm smile and his South African accent he says: "Hey Pixie." And when the moment is beautiful he is in awe right next to me: "Like angels playing on your heartstrings."
Timbuktu pics
2011-11-24 and 25 - Timbuktu, Mali, a set on Flickr. It is impossible not to be captured by the tranquil beauty of this mystical town. I firmly believe that a part of Timbuktu is somewhere inside all of us who travel.
Timbuktu
November 26, 2011. I would like to share the beauty and the magic that Timbuktu has about it. But today is not the day for that. We are all well, were flown out this morning, will spend the night in