August 26, 2012

Once upon a time..

A long, long time ago I had a dream to travel from Helsinki to Uluru and back. Travel slowly over land and over sea, and seek stories from countries I visit and from people who I meet. This blog is an old old diary from that time and here it is still on web, with all broken English and mistakes.

And still I'm following my path on forest of stories.
Read more about what I'm doing today from my webpage:

November 8, 2009

The end

'Khattam-Shut' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And becouse everything ends, becouse dreams end, stories end, life ends and at the finish of everything we use his name. 'It's finished' we tell each other 'it's over. Khattam-Sud: The End.'
Blah-the Shah
-Salman Rushdie: Harou and the sea of stories-

October 28, 2009

October 6, 2009

September 26, 2009

A joy

I ate some almond ice cream and moved to Lao.

September 10, 2009


How to get used to constant leaving.
How to get used to all these farewells.
New friends, shared moments, joys and sorrows... brotherhood.
Sometimes I would like to be the one who stays.
But once again I pack my bag, say quickly Hi. And whenever I jump on a new ferry, I'm between past and future and I know that my mind will wonder to the dreams of tomorrow. But same time I will look backwards hoping that we'll meet again, when the time is right, when the time is ready..
And a tear on my eye I'll whisper a message to the winds:

My friend, my dear brother and my beautiful sister!
Sampai jumpa lagi - Untill we meet again!

August 29, 2009

Helsinki-Uluru chapter X

In Bitung I wait for the next ferry to Java. I spoil myself in too expensive hotel, try to write and update my broken English letters (Sorry friends, that I have been so slow with those!). On the streets I take daily lessons of Bahasa Indonesia and mostly I just try to rest and to prepare myself to oncoming run to Helsinki. There will be too long ferry/bus/train journeys, too quikly changing cultures, languages and friends..
But I guess I'm ready.
It's time to go home.

Hki-Uluru chapter X finally on the paper. From the letter you can read about my journey from Kupang to Dampier and a fictitious tale called "Old man and a bench". And the next chapters are ready soon!

-Please order a letter, read more and help me to home -

August 22, 2009

There ain't straight roads in Indonesia

Sailing yacht Maralinga will soon change the course towards Australia and me as I worried before, got a bit stuck in North-Sulawesi. I go to the office and ask about ferries, is there one and where and when? And I get an answer: "Yes, there is one next week.. or no, yes next one is after one month.. and oo maybe there is small ferries on west coast.. yes there is some in few days.. O no there is no ferries" OK, OK.. I understand and don't understand. And I drive again around town seeking for a office or a person who would have a correct information. But is there such a thing in Indonesia? I really don't know!

But beside all the hassle, dificulties and grazynes I just love this country! My heart is beating to this soil, these islands, moments, brothers and sisters and I would like to understand. I would like to hear one more tale, learn one more word of bahasa indonesia, share one more dinner, share one more Sopi, share one more smile..

But sometimes while I'm walking on the streets my mind is yelling:
"Please girls, stop smiling to me... you are too beautiful!"