Before I take you on a journey through Thai mountains, I would love to share some last pictures of Indonesia. It feels like everything...

In Java I started really loving the mornings. The early ones, 3 am rise to go on night time bike rides around town in search for the best...

Holding a glass of Java coffee tight in both hands closing eyes wishing the warmth will travel from fingertips and lips through my throat...

When night falls over Kasongan, workshops close their doors. Ceramics, batik artworks and woodcarvings are hidden inside. Streets smell...

Two Javanese grandmas are drinking soup from ceramic bowls. I join them and order the same. When I ask them what they are drinking, they...