And here is how it all started.....

When I was a lot younger (around 17/18) I had this dream about my future career. I wanted to study zoology and then go and work in a wild reserve somewhere in Africa.
We're talking mid seventies here. We had like 4 billion people in the world and were worrying about that being the limit of what is acceptable for planet earth. We'd had the oil crisis of 1973 and figured a couple of "carless Sundays" would solve the problem.
It was a bit like corona now. We were afraid we could never drive a car again if we kept doing everything the way we always did, and based on fear and the advice from "clever" politicians, we left our cars in the garage on several Sundays. Looking back, it was all totally useless. But the walks on empty motorways were kind of nice. 
I'm not sure why I had this wish to become a game ranger and go to Africa, but I was 100% sure that I would never work in an office. No way. Not me.
And then real life got hold of me. 
What can I say? I was young, and cars and girls and parties were so much more interesting than books and study. And so I missed the opportunity to start studying and stood in life at the age of 20 with a middle school diploma, no job and no idea what to do.
From there, life sort of happened to me. See my "about" for more information if you like.
I grew up (sort of), got a career and a family and eventually landed where I am now.
But the dream never left completely. On the contrary. Dissatisfaction with my job, my life, what I've become and what our world is heading to have blown the sparks of my dream into a blazing fire.
So here I am. In less than a year, I go off to the wilderness, hoping to find out what my dream could have looked like.
​It scares the hell out of me.