'I ask thee to join me in denouncing belonging?…because every great sin was committed on the orders of belief, so believe in not believing as nature shows us so sonorously. Denounce your religion, denounce your nationality, no more borders and no more boundaries, we are finally free.'
"No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee."
'07/05/2013 - By mid afternoon we arrived in the deserted village of Matka, just as a thunderstorm began, searching for the hostel takes us to the village monastery, rain now pouring hard; we inquisitively stroll into a fenced field behind the quaint chapel. A single bolt of lightening illuminates the long grass and cobbled walls, a dog barks startled by the terrifying combination of the intrusion and spontaneous light, half a second later the thunder cracks so loud my reflexes work in overdrive spinning to avoid the now panic stricken dog. In sadistic contradictions I hope to and never to experience lightening that close again!'
'…finding ourselves in Lake Ohrid, we walked and walked and walked aching with the idealism of camping somewhere with so much natural grandeur; with no luck of a nearby campsite - rough camp, 2nd night!'
'We walked to the cross situated on the domineering peak of a nearby mountain. Guarding the capital with a religious humbling… we then proceeded to tumble the way down, a single width densely forested track, pouring with rain we take our tops off and act like children pretending to be gorilla militants'