This is me, down there, just below. This was back in the 90’s, when I could get away with that outfit without being called a hipster.
I have grown a bit since that picture was taken.
So who am I? Without getting too existential, here are the basics: my name is Kaja, I’m Slovenian and have been calling Berlin my home for a couple of years before I decided to indulge my congenital wanderlust and go travel for a couple of years.
As the daughter of a travel writer and a journalist I filled my first passport with visas and stamps from all corners of the world before I lost the last of my baby teeth.
Now, twenty years and some 50-odd countries later, I have a full set of teeth, a couple of long solo trips under my belt and a BA in cultural anthropology that does a great job of disguising my chronic Wanderlust as academic zeal.
Back in 2014 I used my anthropology degree as an excuse to spend 16 months travelling alone from Iran to Indonesia, which is when this little blogling was born. As soon as that trip ended another one began, as I moved to back to Berlin, then Buenos Aires, and finally New Delhi to pursue my degree in (aptly named) Global Studies.
Needless to say, it’s been a crazy couple of years.
Now I’m back in Berlin, writing my thesis and having a breather. I have also just purchased a couple of beautiful maps so that I can plan my next adventure.
Travel, to me, is many things: a lifelong companion, a decision and a compulsion, as magnificent as the star-filled sky above the Namib Desert and as mundane as doing the laundry and losing a couple of socks in the process, again. It’s the uneasy joy of being alone in a strange place and the frustration of never being able to have all my books with me. It’s the desire to bear witness to the world in all its guises and the guilt of being one of the lucky few that have the opportunity to do so.
This blog was born out of a desire to approach travel from a new perspective, connect to the people and places in a more meaningful way and tell of the world as I see it – not a tired pastiche of Us and Them, evil terrorists, friendly natives and exotic backdrops, but rather a complex, wild, ever-changing glorious mess of endless possibilities and no direct answers.
Let’s explore it one story at a time.
Not sure where to get started? I guess this selection of my favourite stories would be as good a place as any.
If travel-related navel gazing is not really your thing and you’d prefer some real answers, thankyouverymuch, check out my FAQ section.