“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city” ― Roman Payne, The Wanderess
Hello, my name is Olga.
I am consumed by wanderlust. I drift around the world like a boat without an anchor.
I am a confused world citizen and an ardent art lover.
WIDE SEA | NO ANCHOR unites my love for the world, photography and writing. It is a place for my personal reflections and recommendations for the places I have travelled to.
I hope this blog will be a source of inspiration for your future travels!
I also work for leading, award-winning jewellery blog GEMOLOGUE.
Just a snippet from a poem somebody shared with me recently. I am sure some of you can relate…
The Men That Don’t Fit In by Robert W Service (1874 – 1958)
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.