No pegs, no problem

When growing up, milk was carried in metal pots, dairy products were freshly made by farmers and everything was organic. Clothes pegs and hangers used […]

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Time travel in Sumba

  The clucking of a rooster rummaging around under our traditional Sumbanese house wakes me up. It’s still pitch dark outside. I guess it must […]

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Adaptation to nomadic circumstances

When I moved to London in 2001, I was shocked to see the amount of ready-made meals in the supermarkets. I was convinced that people […]

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Life on Sumba Island

I like to publish my own writings here, however I met a lovely Hungarian girl in Sumba, who did a very good job at penning […]

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Food in Sumba

When we moved to Waingapu – Sumba, our house was still under construction. Only 1 room was made usable. In the bathroom concrete floor and […]

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