The Last Three Days: Blue, White, and Home
Blue streets, white walls, and the train home to Antwerp.
Koen Blanquart is a Belgian sailor, traveler, and writer based in Antwerp. He has lived and worked across the US, Central America, and Europe, and still moves around more than is strictly necessary. When not on land, he can be found aboard S/V Bagabonda, his 14m Amel Santorin. He writes about the places he goes, the people he meets, and what happens when you pay attention. His professional work lives at koenblanquart.com.
Blue streets, white walls, and the train home to Antwerp.
Blue walls, bent cops, and a city that hustles right.
Sand, storks, a fake speed camera, and one night in Fes
Fourteen hours, one Atlas crossing, and a soap that lost.
The journey to Essaouira from Ourika featured rainy landscapes and nostalgic vintage Peugeots. Arriving at the vibrant harbor, we enjoyed local culture, including a fish market and lighthearted disputes over balloons.
Bahia Palace, a road that fights back, and a river that didn’t.
Mint tea, small dick energy, and the hunt for stamps.
Gratitude for memorable travel, and the significance of sending postcards, enhancing travel experiences by fostering connections, attentiveness, and intentionality while sharing authentic moments with others.
The day from Seljavellir to Egilsstaðir unfolded slowly amid gray skies, marked by coffee, postcards, and scenic stops. With tranquility, local stories, and the charm of remote Icelandic landscapes despite the persistent dreary weather.
A day in in Iceland with gray skies and drizzle, leading to cozy moments of pancakes and coffee. We explored breathtaking landscapes, including Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon and Diamond Beach.
