Endless Summer

I can’t remember the first time I saw him. It must have been on my first Senegalese morning. I had arrived late the previous night, my plane having landed at midnight. Samba and Samba had come to the airport to pick me up and we had waited for a group of Danish guys for two … More Endless Summer

Under attack

I’ve told you all about the terrifying experience of having to kill a giant white spider. Lucy was a white widow, by the way. My friend researched it for me. I looked her up online, shuddered and closed the browser. But besides spiders, there are other creatures in Mongolia that are just as dangerous. Maybe … More Under attack


I called her Lucy. And then I killed her. It all happened on my first night in the Mongolian countryside. It had been raining all day and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. At the beginning of June, I wasn’t prepared for this kind of weather. Sure, I had expected … More Lucy