Postcard from Isle of Skye


Next postcard is from Claire from her visit to Isle of Skye in northern Scotland this summer.
Six months ago I didn’t know her at all, today we live together. Sometimes, strange things happen fast, they take sudden turns into places you hadn’t expected at all. That’s part of the charm of life. If things were always happening in expected ways, and simple, we would quickly get bored of life. But sometimes, the unexpected is hard to deal with.

On the backside of the card it says:

Portree on the Isle of Skye where I’ve been staying for the past few nights. This morning I sat on the pier (at the very far left in the picture, today it is a much bigger stone construction), listening to the seagulls and enjoying the morning air. xx







During my last trip to California me and my friend Joy went on a drive through the backroads of Siskiyou County in the northern part of the state. An area with a wild west atmosphere covered in sunburnt grass, old barns and houses and grazing cows. The only thing missing is a Zeb McCahan or Clint Eastwood showing up on a horse in sunrise looking for adventure.

The area was flooded by adventurers in during the gold rush that started in 1848 but is today a quiet county consisting mostly of ranches and people that has withdrawn for a bit of peace and quiet. It is also a conservative place in contrast to the liberal views in most other parts of California.
The landscape is beautiful and I love the mix of valleys, rivers and mountains with the snowclad Mount Shasta in the horizon.

During a four hour road trip we managed to get a bunch of photos of Joy, who happily modelled for me. If you want to see a slideshow with some more pictures check out my flickr site with this link:

More photos from my trip will follow later.


A visitor from the road


When in Bangkok in May last year, I was staying with Peak in her couch surfing community N6. A place where I met a whole bunch of interesting people. One of those was Paula, originally from Argentina but now call the tar roads of the world her home. She barely got in the door before we started talking.
Sitting in the living room of the place for hours, we shared our adventures and found a common interest in India where I had just arrived from and where she recently spent nine months.

A few weeks later we met again in Pai in northern Thailand and ended up travelling together in northern Thailand and Laos for over a month. In the end of June, when Paula celebrated her one year anniversary on the road we parted ways and I returned to Thailand while see continued on to other parts of south east asia, ending up spending quite a few months in China.

A year later, after celebrating two years on the road she hitch-hiked through Mongolia and Russia to finally cross the EU border in Finland. After hitch-hiking north all the way up to Rovaniemi, entering Sweden in Norrbotten and coming down the E4, she ended up on my doorstep.

She stayed with me for five days, and has now continued on to make the roads of central Europe unsafe.
We spent our days and evenings talking, drinking tea, cooking, listening to music and talking some more. Just like we did most evenings the last time we saw each other.

I have always been impressed by her photography. She is sensitive to good composition and oppurtunities and several times I have commented that she should really get a good dSLR instead of the compact camera she is using.
But if your budget is $10 a day, a new camera is not high on the list of ncessary items.

However, she was lucky in timing her visit with my birthday, when I decided to get myself a new camera as a preent to myself, so to support the development of her gift, I decided to give her my old camera, with the catch that she is not allowed to put it in auto except in rare cases.
A better camera doesn’t, however, mean that you automatically become a great photographer. But if you already have a good sense and talent for it, imagine what you could do if you also learn the technology?
In photograpy, the hard part is developling your vision, but the tool is still the prerequisite to get anything at all, so now I hope I get to see even better photos from her. But feel no pressure!

Below you see some of the photos from her trip so far and if you know spanish, you can find her blog here More pictures can be found here:

Postcard from India


The first postcard I’ve gotten is from my friend Uma in Chennai, India. I met Uma the first time in february 2007 when she invited me and several friends to visit for her daughters wedding. A proper traditional Indian wedding.
She introduced me to a whole new culture, a new way of seeing things and is today one of my closest friends that has helped me understand both my own culture from an outsiders point of view and a complex culture such as the Indian one. The only thing that needs to be sorted is the fact that she has seen more Ingmar Bergman movies than I have. That is unacceptable.
This is the note that comes with the postcard:

This picture I took in 2006 on my Kashmir holiday. These kids swarmed around us, smiled, sang, danced and kept us company. I just loved their beautiful looks and spontaneity. Seeing this again I send them a kiss and hope they travel across the globe on your postcard blog. :)

If you haven’t done so, please send me a nice postcard from a place or a situation that means something to you! You can do so for a low cost at if you don’t happen to have a physical one laying around.

Crater Lake


Me and Joy got in the car yesterday morning and headed up north, three hours in the car to Crater Lake. A lake formed within a volcano that erupted 7700 years ago and created a huge crater. Now it’s the center of attention in a national park with high peaks surrounding the lake in an astonishing environment with trails, camping and a rich animal life.

A small chipmunk run around like crazy in front of us when we stop, posing to my camera, completely without fear. They are probably used to being fed, or they are eager to get famous.

You never know nowadays.

It seems to be a very popular place for tourists to come, it’s packed with people, cars moving along the narrow roads around the rim. Wherever you stop you meet other people breathing the cold, fresh air and enjoying this unique place.

Feeding chipmunks who wants to get famous.

11 days in San Francisco

I don’t really know what to say about San Francisco, except that I had a great, yet intense time. Many times when thinking about what to say I realize I can’t.
It is a city of contrast, where every kind of entertainment exists and at the same time so much hard to grasp. You can keep on going here forever. Just like in Stockholm there is an atmosphere of doing, an expectation in the air, a strive never to be bored, to run away from the everyday life.
It is a city of both order and chaos, a city that doesn’t look like anything I thought a modern big city could look like.

I feel instantly at home, partly because of the ease of getting around in the grid like streets, but also because you can find anything here. Whatever you like, wether it be ecclectic music, art, movies, cafés or bars. A sense of variation you seldom see in the big cities in Asia where everything is either traditional or modern, never in between. Here, every step still exist, like wandering through different points in history when you enter a new street, come to a new neighbourhood.