The idea of nonstop traveling sounds always appealing. However, for most people it is not appealing enough to give up the routine. I’ve decided long ago that I don’t want to be one of most. I’ve decided to crash into conventional walls of living a life, to question them, not to prove them wrong, but to find out for myself that they are not built for everyone.

It all started in 2012 with my first summer work experience in USA. Since then I’ve done three more seasons in New Jersey, a five-month long student exchange in Slovenia and after my university graduation I moved to New Zealand for one and half year to begin my traveling revolta. In the meantime I visited most of Europe and bit of Asia. Now I’m in Canada realizing that moving around the world and work along the way has simply become a life choice, a life choice that beats the routine in the most satisfying way possible.

Sadly today traveling represents a status. It is not a pure unexpected adventure like it used to be. Too many people see the world only through their smartphone screens, too many people express their wealth by traveling to as many places in the shortest period of time possible. That is not my idea of traveling, that is touristing. Traveling open your eyes, mind and heart to new experiences and people. But only if you allow it. Tourism, for me the reflection of human greed immensely neglecting the nature, does the opposite. Smartphones and social media keep your head down, hotels and tours keep your mind closed, travel groups keep your heart away from connecting with people. Full trip itineraries make you more stressed than relaxed, pictures are more important than memories, the comfort of knowing where to go and where to spend a night seems to mean more than the unknown adventure. I don’t want to be a tourist, I want to write a story of a traveler.


The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
– Gilbert K. Chesterton

The Parallel Universe

I sat in the train defeated. In a way it was the first time during the course of my travels that something didn’t go as planned. I felt miserable. Was it a mistake? I looked out the window up to distanced mountain peaks and remembered the old smartass quote: ‘Dude, there are no mistakes in life, only lessons’.

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It’s been a while. I’ve decided to go home. The interesting part was that I kept it for myself. They had no clue, neither the family nor the friends. At the same time I had no clue how this homecoming was about to confront with my wandering mindset.

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Thaink You

I bought a flight ticket to Bangkok simply because it was the cheapest way how to get out from cold New Zealand to warm Asia. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Thailand and I didn’t become one after hearing all the stories about parties and prostitutes. But, as always, you’ve gotta experience it yourself to make a statement. And I say Thaink you Thailand, I’m your fan now.

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After visiting some hot spots on the South Island I figured it would be nice to get away from the New Zealand summer crowds. Yet I couldn’t think that Rakiura by its Maori name, Stewart Island in the colonized language, will provide such a remarkable escape from the civilized world.

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