Posts tonen met het label traveling. Alle posts tonen
Posts tonen met het label traveling. Alle posts tonen
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07 mei 2010
Visit to the Tea Factory
Why visit a tea factory?
Always asking why, that 's is an attitude, a reflex of the body, a reaction of the mind, a moment to hold on and to wait. It's an interruption of the stream of consciousness, of the blind process that pushes or drags us somewhere. We don't like to leap in the dark. We are afraid of the dark and the hidden happenings. So, we go to the tea factory not far from Bandung to stop our pondering and watch how it looks like to process tea. The scent of tea reminds us of Proust writing about the madeleine cookies he got from his aunt when he was on holiday.
Always asking why, that 's is an attitude, a reflex of the body, a reaction of the mind, a moment to hold on and to wait. It's an interruption of the stream of consciousness, of the blind process that pushes or drags us somewhere. We don't like to leap in the dark. We are afraid of the dark and the hidden happenings. So, we go to the tea factory not far from Bandung to stop our pondering and watch how it looks like to process tea. The scent of tea reminds us of Proust writing about the madeleine cookies he got from his aunt when he was on holiday.
06 mei 2010
Bandung,point zero
Arriving at the airport, there is just one other Westerner. People are polite apart from the woman who pushed me away from the custom officer. Children on the arm of their mom are watching us as if having never seen whites. Children are naive and innocent, they behave spontaneously and unreserved - they don't push me away. So, I like Bandung. The taxi driver is friendly and smiles continuously. He is happy to have a client, to be on duty, to show he is real, to demonstrate the art of driving. It's crowded in the streets - as crowded as crows would collect other crows in a tree at dusk. And the smell of this crowded city is everywhere. Noise and exhaust fumes, stench and noise, dirt and decay, rubbish all over the street. Seven million people where governor Daendels ( about 1810) put a stick in the ground and said: make sure, a town will be built here. This spot is called point zero.
31 december 2009
Traveling and Writing
Traveling and Writing
This website is about traveling and writing. Being on the move and being emotionally moved. Two different but interconnected things. Traveling is sometimes a way of muddling through, writing is even more difficult. Traveling and writing - the art of breathing and reflecting. I write about temples, pyramids, cities and ruins, forests and mountains, valleys and rivers, volcanoes and lakes. I tell about small happenings of daily life.
In the year 2000, I wrote a booklet about my travels in South East Asia, entitled 'Met de Hoed tegen het Licht.' In 2005, I traveled in Central America and wrote 'My Ruta Maya,' published on my website. Recently I traveled to West-Papua (Indonesia) and wrote a booklet ' Zeven dagen in de Baliemvallei.' I developed a style of writing half way between prose and poetry. Moreover, I write haiku on the road. On this website, haiku and pictures are combined. In a way, the pictures block the haiku in order to create a kind of silence in between. These haiku intend to be power stations of words and images. They are a sublimation and a denial of reality.
Traveling is a way of being and thinking. At times, the traveler is a nomad who leaves his home and makes the world his home. His ideas become flexible and volatile. On the move, he experiences life as a stream of consciousness changing by the ever alternating and moving impressions of his new environment. The traveler doesn't compare, but tries to be receptive and open. He needs to be 'innocent' and to listen in order to hear and see the world. Traveling is an art of the mind and an effort of the body.
This website is about traveling and writing. Being on the move and being emotionally moved. Two different but interconnected things. Traveling is sometimes a way of muddling through, writing is even more difficult. Traveling and writing - the art of breathing and reflecting. I write about temples, pyramids, cities and ruins, forests and mountains, valleys and rivers, volcanoes and lakes. I tell about small happenings of daily life.
In the year 2000, I wrote a booklet about my travels in South East Asia, entitled 'Met de Hoed tegen het Licht.' In 2005, I traveled in Central America and wrote 'My Ruta Maya,' published on my website. Recently I traveled to West-Papua (Indonesia) and wrote a booklet ' Zeven dagen in de Baliemvallei.' I developed a style of writing half way between prose and poetry. Moreover, I write haiku on the road. On this website, haiku and pictures are combined. In a way, the pictures block the haiku in order to create a kind of silence in between. These haiku intend to be power stations of words and images. They are a sublimation and a denial of reality.
Traveling is a way of being and thinking. At times, the traveler is a nomad who leaves his home and makes the world his home. His ideas become flexible and volatile. On the move, he experiences life as a stream of consciousness changing by the ever alternating and moving impressions of his new environment. The traveler doesn't compare, but tries to be receptive and open. He needs to be 'innocent' and to listen in order to hear and see the world. Traveling is an art of the mind and an effort of the body.
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