Walking on thick ice

Chips of blue, ancient ice fly up as the spikes under my shoes search for grip. The sound is amplified by the efforts of twenty somewhat people walking in single file, mimicking the movements of our guide .... up front. His enormous ice axe is carving out a path zig zagging across this alien landscape. I can't remember the last time I found myself in an environment so out of this world and I have trouble keeping focus on my feet. 

The photos I shot during this tour were used in several online articles on the website of the Dutch National Geographic. You can see them by clicking on the links.




Where Christmas trees come from?

Grocerie shopping - Austria style

Wild Life

Exploring the Panamanian jungle, looking for sloths, alligators and the majestic harpei eagle, while staying at the fabulous eco lodge The Canopy Tower.

NYC Snapshots

The city that never sleeps... No matter how many times you visit, you'll always experience something new. Don't bother with expensive tours, just wandering around the different neighbourhoods is amazing. 

Losing my backpacking virginity

For the first time in my life I voluntarily decide to leave the comfort of hotelrooms behind and try my luck at backpacking. Together with my girlfriend we fly from my homecountry Curacao to Baranquilla, Colombia from where our fourteen day adventure begins. Traveling along the  Caribbean coast we first settle down in Cartagena, where we explore the colonial streets and I have my first encounter with South American life. Sounds and smells seem amplified, my inability to speak Spanish quickly proves to be a handicap and I feel a bit anxious of what's to come. In the next couple of days our level of comfort will get less and less as we travel further up the coast.

Thumping reaggaton music wakes me up after the worst power nap of my life and I see a small Colombian girl staring me right in the face. I give her a smile as I try to move in my cramped seat, but she just keeps staring me down. Veerle, my world travelling girlfriend, laughs as she sees my awkward exchange. "Strange thing to be the one being stared at, isn't?" This is her second time traveling around Colombia, falling in love with it after four months of salsa parties and margaritas. Our experience of the last couple of hours could not have been more different. The loud and passionate conversations fill the tiny bus, making me feel trapped, but only strengthen Veerle her conviction that this is the only way one should travel.  

As I hear the beats of Daddy Yankee's "Gasolina" for the third time in an hour, our driver steers the bus to the side of the road and yells "Necocli!" We jump out and our feet land on a dirt road in the middle of the main street, the heat of the late afternoon sun crashing down on us. I lose my left flip flop while I stumble under the wait of my backpack and I feel the stares of a couple of boys as if I have a huge neon sign above my head that says: TOURIST! 


San Blas Islands

Salty waves of Caribbean Sea keep crashing into my face, my 1 Peso poncho fails hopelessly in keeping me dry and the smell of gasoline is so strong that I fear I can never smell anything else. Together with a group of twenty backpackers from across the globe we race in between a patch of small tropical islands, lined with tall coconut palm trees that together form the San Blas Archipelago.