“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.