We live in a world where speed is at the heart of pretty much everything. There is constant expectation where maximising one’s time equals overload, burnout and a pressure to perform. We feel guilty when we say “no” to new responsibility and when we even forget to reset when we take a break. This busyness has made it hard for
Italy never ceases to amaze me. From the majestic Dolomites to the deep blue waters of the Tyrrhenian sea, the Bel Paese, as Dante and Petrarch nicknamed it, offers plenty of tranquil nooks that are not (yet) spoiled by the vices of overtourism. Elba island is still one of those places. Situated only 10km (6mi) from Italy’s Tuscan coast, Elba is part of the Tuscan archipelago and the third largest island in Italy after Sicily and Sardinia.
It was a rainy morning in Plitvice National Park. I looked outside the window and saw the deep green forest shrouded in mist. It seemed like it’ll rain all day, it was mid September and there was a lingering smell of autumn. Given the very tight schedule, we only had two days to spend here and we couldn’t afford to
20+ hours of travelling and you’re immersed in the Indonesian greenery, it’s moped culture, it’s temples, the lingering sweetness of incense and staggering level of humidity. Situated in Southeast Asia, Indonesia is made up of thousands of volcanic islands (over 17.000 with only 6000 of them inhabited). It is well known for its beaches, volcanoes and rich biodiversity. My