Henk's Life and Adventure Journal

Arrested

Arrested

I cycle up a mountain. It’s a beautiful setting here. A green misty mountainous area goes past me. Local farmers are busy to harvest. Rice and corn is what grows in the fields here. It is dried along the road.…
My lucky day

My lucky day

Do I read that correctly? Does it saying ‘hot spring’ on that road sign? I exit from the paved road towards a valley. Will it really be true? A hot bath? No, this can’t be true. Maybe just some hot…
Unexpected generosity

Unexpected generosity

After several days touring in the highlands of Qinghai-Tibet I arrived in the village Qumarleb. I walked into a restaurant to eat something. Of course the menu on the wall was unreadable. There were some pictures of the local yak…
Qinghai-Tibet

Qinghai-Tibet

“There are wolves, it is dangerous,” I read on a screen. “The police will not allow you to take this road,” this appears not much later on the same screen of a Chinese girl. Thorsten told that in the Lonely…
Through the Taklamakan desert

Through the Taklamakan desert

A fierce headwind gave us the message. The Taklamakan desert would be no fun. The blowing sand, heavy trucks that passed us, the dryness and kilometers emptiness. We had no choice, we had to get through it. Thorsten had somehow…
Are you journalists?

Are you journalists?

After a month backpacking with Lisa, my girlfriend, I departed from Kashgar in the Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region in China. I follow the northern border of Tibet to the city of Xining. In this blog I get back on the…
Bikes and buffaloes in Yangshuo

Bikes and buffaloes in Yangshuo

“Hello, hello! Yangshuo, Yangshuo!!” We walk out of the Guilin Railway Station and get directly offered a lot of things. “Busse, busse! Tagessè, taggesè!” If you go to a place in China that is printed on a national currency bill,…