door ellis | apr 19, 2021 | Journal
There are flies. Flies everywhere. Thousands of them, I’m not exaggerating, not today. A literal fuckton of flies are swarming all around us. It’s not us they’re after, but all the trash, mountains of the stuff. Actual mountains. There’s so much trash; cans, carpets,...
door Me | jan 21, 2021 | Journal
A whale shark isn’t a whale and doesn’t much look like a shark. Go figure. Also, whale sharks are not scary. Sharks, for the most part, are not scary. Important for the well-being of all sea life? Yes. Out for your blood? Not so much. We were lucky enough to find all...
door ellis | jan 14, 2021 | Journal
Walking the coastline of Morocco, near Imsouane, I come across some puppies, all alone in the sand dunes and melt at the sight of their button eyes looking up at me. Seeing these puppies by themselves arouses in me a motherly instinct to help them, to keep them safe...
door ellis | dec 29, 2020 | Journal
On the island of Java, in Indonesia’s third-largest city, Bandung stands a prison complex on the outskirts of town. Behind the high walls, barbed wire, and ever-locked doors sit, eat, sleep, repeat some 300 boys, aged 16 to 21. They are there for real offenses, yes,...
door ellis | jun 20, 2020 | Journal
The First Tourists As I wrote in part 2 of our Albania story I have a bad case of expectations. I try to figure out how my life, my week, my day will go and fail immensely at that task. Our time in Theth was no different. When we last met we were on the way to...
door Me | mrt 27, 2020 | Journal
I suffer from expectations. While I don’t think it’s a rare disease I’m afraid I have a pretty bad case and there are precious few situations where my imagination doesn’t run away from me at such a fearless pace that, for a moment, I believe it won’t ever return....
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