JU/IE DECUYPER
oh, dierbaar belgië belgium, my dearest
slovakia
vuno
borderland
chitta prasadanam
it’s not me, it’s you
oh-konomiyaki
︎︎︎ indonesia on my mind
about julie
︎︎︎scroll down for some words on indonesia
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lost count of the early sunrise volcano hikes and the amount of fresh coconuts that were being cracked for us the ‘orang gorengs’. they say Thailand is the land of a thousand smiles but it sure can compete with the jurrassic archipelago that makes Indonesia an exiting one to explore. ventured further than yoga heaven Bali, Oly (my camera) and I encountered so many places we wanted to call home if we would ever have the courage to leave Belgium behind. oh yes, Indonesia is always on my mind. especially during seasonal depression.
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