Karmen Wiid
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Part III: The In-Between Days
(Read part I and part II here) If you’ve been following along, you’ll know things have already started to unravel. Our captain is lying on the stern of the boat, shivering, mumbling to himself, his leg leaking pus. We’re in a remote region of Eastern Indonesia with no way to…
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Part II: An Adventure Unravels
If you read Part I, you’ll know how we ended up here… forty-eight hours of straight hitchhiking across Indonesia, a goat bus, a spontaneous invitation, and a stranger waiting in the dark. So let’s pick up where we left off. The boat where I now, for all intents and purposes,…
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Part I: The Unlikely True Story of How I Ended Up Living on a Sailboat
I am living on a sailboat. Quite by accident and under rather preposterous circumstances, I might add. About two weeks ago, we got an invitation from a Canadian sailor to join him on a 10-day journey from the island of Flores to Raja Ampat, a region of Indonesia that edges a…
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A Treatise for Dreamers (or, on lalala-ing my way around the world)
My brother once told me, white-faced and gripping the car door, that I drive the way I live. “And how is that?” “LALALALALA,” he shouted, as I changed lanes with what I maintain was perfectly adequate foresight. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, of course. But it might be my…
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A Good Time Trying
I’m in a time in my life right now where a cup of coffee from a machine feels like the rarest luxury in the world. It feels like a small miracle when my desperate attempts at “tidak pedas” are understood and my noodles arrive sufficiently non-spiced and edible. When a pickup…
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A Hitchhiker’s Guide to Northern Sumatra
The first hitchhike of the day was in a police van. Three Indonesian officers pull over, grinning, motioning for us to climb into the back. They look like they’ve been living off mie goreng since childhood. Between scraps of English and enthusiastic hand gestures, we try to…
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An Ode, Or Something Like It
I didn’t think I’d be home again so soon, all fluffed up in big duvets, looking out at the gardens of Ouklip, listening to the familiar orchestra of early morning birdsong, dogs barking, the day happening slowly as it prepares itself. I’ve been thinking a lot about death…
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Light Enough to Leave By
2025 did not end in the way I thought it would. Not even close. In the days leading up to New Year’s Eve, I found myself on a (semi) deserted island somewhere in the Gulf of Thailand, wild camping with three Germans and a Dutchie who, over the past few months, have become my…
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Before The Storm Rolls In
It’s lush on the farm this time of year, balmy. Early summer means thick rainstorms rolling in from the Wallmansthal township, bright mornings turning wet and stormy well before my third cup of coffee. That’s when the dogs climb deep into their wooden shelters, piling on top of…
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Nine Days to Saigon
We made it to Saigon. The drive down took nine days. Twenty-five hours of riding in total, almost a thousand kilometers by motorbike from Hoi An to Saigon. Saigon… I love that name. It feels more haunting than the one it was given after the war, heavier somehow, like it carries…