Writings

Schönbrunn’s baroque gardens are stunning, but today the real highlight is reuniting with my nomad friend Marc Wieland. After podcast chats in five other countries, we’ve just ticked off our sixth—Austria! Marc left Switzerland the moment he heard I’d be in Vienna, proving once again that

Back on my home turf, crunching gravel in Silesian Park. Each step is a portal to childhood Saturdays—bike races, rollerblading crazes, and lying down in lush grass. Those weekends wired my compass toward shade, birdsong, and slow breaths among my Tall Green Friends. Today’s walk is a reflection

Strolling Warsaw's park, I talk about mastering 8-hour sleep hygiene amid global nomading. My first airport hotel layover between long-hauls? Game-changer for conquering jet lag and staying sharp. Throw in a clean diet, regular workouts, meditation, and yoga—it's my formula for peak rest, no matter

Back at KLCC Park, under the twin beacons of Petronas, I slip into that sweet travel flow: turning booking puzzles, shifting plans, and family meet-ups into an effortless dance. Fifteen years of tour-managing chaos forged these skills—now they’re pure joy fueling my full-time nomad life. Walk with me

Exploring Hoi An beyond its postcard-perfect corners, I wander off the main paths to uncover little slices of nature most visitors miss. There’s something special about finding green, peaceful pockets in places buzzing with tourists—it’s like having a secret, just for a moment. In this new episode,

Thought I’d find just noisy rides and busy crowds in Ba Na Hills, but a quiet trail led me to something entirely different: real forest, mystical mist, and a serene Buddhist temple gently hidden from the rush. That unexpected calm was a perfect zen moment; I filmed a new

Waking up to the gentle rhythm of Da Nang’s waves, I’m reminded that nature doesn’t rush, yet everything unfolds just right. After getting sick in Semporna from pushing myself too hard, it feels grounding to take it slow—letting the ocean breeze do its quiet work. My

Walking with Piotrek on Sibuan Island felt like stepping into a painting, bare feet on powdery sand, the horizon painted with ominous dark clouds, yet sunlight pierced through in golden beams. Nature’s drama and beauty in perfect harmony. Sometimes the most magical moments happen when the sky can’t