Sometimes, days pass by and at the end of it, you just sit back and think “What the f**k just happened today?!”. Sometimes, you can not do anything else than just drop your jaws in admiration for some of the madness you have seen during the day. Sometimes, you find yourself in a crossfire of a territorial beachwar, where relatively innocent tourists end up in fistfights with ex-convict and drug traffickers. (more…)

Everything good has an end and everything good does not necessarily have to have a good end. My time here in South America is running out. I have bought my ticket home and under a voluntarily obligation I point my nose towards the cold home of Denmark. (more…)

People in South America are religious - I have never doubted that. Everywhere I go, people are crossing themselves, they carry necklaces with Maria Magdalena and crucifixes, there are churches everywhere and cars are styles with phrases like “God is my friend”. It is clearly a huge difference from home, where people go to church once every year. But in South America, I have been told that God is actually looking for me. (more…)

My health has been fine ever since Venezuela. If I rule out a period over a couple of weeks in Colombia, where I had a constant running nose, I have not had any problems with my health at all. I was expecting to get sick in Bolivia again, because that is what happens to most people. But I am not in Bolivia and I have already been hospitalised. (more…)

The sun is high on the sky. The waves rolls up on the white beaches and the stranded white bodies of the gringos. The water is not particularly warm and the wind has been gloriously missing for far too long. Sitting on the beach, together with the other stranded white bodies, I am catching up with the tan as I wait for the perfect wind to make me a proper kitesurfer. (more…)

Driving through the Ecuadorian countryside with white knuckles, I couldn’t wait to get away from the big city. I have said it before and I say it again: I do not like big cities. Quito was a gringo central, and I hardly spoke any word of Spanish. I like to and I need to get to smaller places where the waving of the arms are not as big. Not like Japan, though - they hardly wave at all. (more…)

Ecuador is relatively tiny and is rarely a country occupying my mind. Before arriving here, I knew of one thing particular for Ecuador: the Equator. An invisible thin line dividing the south from the north. A line with neutral energy. But while leaving Ecuador, I am walking on my own fine line. The fine line of anger and desire. (more…)

Ecuador is a country where the adrenaline can pump through your body almost 24 hours a day. You can enjoy beach, big cities, volcanoes, jungle and desert within these 24 hours and I have never been more surprised about a country. Knowing I was unable to enjoy any of it, I still worked hard for Ecuador to keep me in the country - just for a few more days. (more…)

Normally, I am a calm guy. Normally, I have respect for others. Normally, I am a pleaser - a person who enjoy the company of others. Lately, I have found new feelings inside of me. The dark side of Knut is emerging and I am not sure if I like it. (more…)

Some people in this world are idiots and some people are highly intellectual. Some people are both stupid and criminals, and some people are highly intellectual and criminals. Some people are just unfortunate and some people knew what was waiting for them. Among a very different crowd of people, I found myself right in the middle of the Quito high security prison without a guard. (more…)