From a small CB radio at 27 MHz to hitchhiking across islands with no signal, my life has never followed a straight road — it has been a transmission bouncing endlessly across borders, accidents, love stories, losses, and wild second chances. It started 26 years ago with a microphone and a frequency. Late nights on SSB radio changed everything. Voices from far away became friends, adventures began before I even left my room, and somehow that hobby set the tone for the rest of my life: unpredictable, risky, and unforgettable. As a young man in the Netherlands, I nearly died while drilling into a mountain near Simpelveld with friends. Danger was never far away, but neither was luck. I even called FM radio stations just for fun — and one day won a €7,000 trip to Venice. Life was already showing me: when I speak, things happen. I traveled endlessly. Poland over 25 times, meeting women and their families. Long-distance love, culture shocks, sleepless journeys — all normal to me. In 2007, a terrible car accident on the A58 near Tilburg forced me to stay home for seven weeks. That quiet period changed everything again: it gave me my second child. My boys, all with names close to mine — Lucas, Lucio, and Lucin — my proudest legacy. Then came the falls. Moving to Belgium… ending with nothing. Moving to Indonesia… losing everything again, including money, stability, and direction. Seventeen months without salary, surviving only through persistence and my mother’s support. Life stripped me down but never broke me. I drove international trucks across Europe, living half my life on wheels. My truck was no ordinary truck — it was a moving command center: 4 antennas, fridge, TV, Icom 706 MKIIG, navigation PC, microwave, even a fully automatic satellite dish from the UK. Christmas lights, forbidden electronics, and my legendary Clarkson HornTone FX 550 horn. People heard me before they saw me. Then chaos hit again. Fired unfairly, accused, threatened, and left without income for three months. But still I kept moving. From Antwerpen to the UK for love. Bus rides to Bradford and back in impossible timeframes. Driving 900+ km in one day across Europe, pushing legal limits and my own endurance. Then Asia called me. I lived on Saboyang Island between Kalimantan and Sulawesi Barat — no GSM signal, limited power, pure paradise… until armed police suddenly removed us. One day heaven, next day a nightmare detention in Bandung for four months. Deportation, blacklist from Indonesia, betrayal through family drama. Yet even without passport documents, I crossed Java, Sulawesi, Kalimantan by bus and boat. I even slipped illegally to the southern Philippines by fishing boat — caught by immigration, bribed, sent back. Survival became my skill. Indonesia wasn’t only hardship. I danced on stage during Indonesian Idol 2004 finals in Jakarta. I joined Dangdut radio shows live on air in Bandung and Surabaya. I stayed at a luxury Bali resort worth $20,000 — for free. I met Farah Quinn, Indonesia’s celebrity chef, and followed a six-restaurant food testing afternoon like I belonged there. Thailand became my next chapter. Hitchhiking everywhere, strangers feeding me, giving me money, opening their homes. I slept in mosques, open-air spaces, and ferry terminals when banks were closed for holidays. I visited Phu Pha Pet cave for free thanks to kind locals who even drove me 30 km back after five hours inside. Humanity carried me forward. I became an English teacher — first at a Muslim school in Satun with 1,600 students, later at giant schools with 2,000 and even 3,000+ students. At one time I balanced three different teaching jobs simultaneously. My life oscillated between chaos and responsibility. There were wild chapters too: hosting 13 people from five countries in one single room in Langkawi, volunteering for rescue foundations, surviving knife threats, and even winning a free helicopter flight near Cenang Beach just from Facebook likes. Love stories came and went — some intense, some crazy, some lasting only 30 hours but burning like a lifetime. I crossed continents in insane timeframes: Bangkok to New York in four days just before Thanksgiving, returning with 43 kg of chocolate and 15 kg of cheese without paying extra baggage. Impossible schedules never scared me. Years passed. My son Lucio contacted me again after eight silent years — one message that meant more than any adventure. Then came the campervan. On 15 January 2022 I bought my Toyota Hiace 2007 and transformed it into my moving home. Solar power, independence, and the freedom to teach anywhere. I drove 700 km north to surprise friends and even unexpectedly met David and Annie from “90 Day Fiancé.” I flew to give blood for a friend’s mother needing heart surgery. I worked seven days a week, traveled thousands of kilometers for job interviews that sometimes never called back. Rejections hurt, but roads always continued. I lived in parks, PT stations, school parking areas — teaching by day, living in my van by night. I volunteered handing out food after disasters, near war zones at the Cambodian border, and in Bangkok’s poorest communities. Free massages from grateful volunteers, meals shared with strangers, and endless stories added to my journey. Concert VIP nights, Dutch pancake events across Bangkok, Okinawa, Palawan, and Cebu, helping earthquake relief kitchens, meeting police during overnight van parking near airports — every week brought a new chapter. In February 2024 I fully embraced the life: a teacher living in a solar-powered campervan, working anywhere in Thailand. Searching schools across Isan, facing rejection, but never stopping. The road became my office, my house, my freedom. Now I’m rebuilding again — a full campervan makeover, more solar, new aircon, new modifications. Not retirement. Not slowing down. Just upgrading the signal. Because my life has always been like CB radio propagation: sometimes noisy, sometimes silent, but when the conditions are right… my voice travels incredibly far. And I’m still transmitting.

No classrooms. No rules. Out here, life teaches fast. People teach more. You bring your world, I bring mine — we mix it, break it, and rebuild it. That’s the deal.

Camping Ground!!! Travel weekends any places! Go for drink and go out. Food and food!!! let them feel at home my place.... Going out to local restaurant at break time school nearby school. Meetup give them help share story's.

🌍 Couchsurfer | Radio Nomad | Adventure Addict 🚐📡 Living life on the move — no fixed plans, just open roads and great stories. Cruising with my campervan, tuned into the world on 26–27 MHz (and 245 MHz in Thailand), always listening, always connecting. I’m a very open-minded, easygoing, and curious traveler who believes strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet. What I’m about: 🔥 Spontaneous adventures 🍜 Hunting the best local food (street food = the real gold) 🎶 Driving with music + good vibes 🌏 Learning from every culture and every person 🤝 Sharing stories, helping others, exchanging experiences I love meeting people from all over the world — whether it’s deep conversations, random road trips, or just laughing over food. If you host me, expect: ✔️ Good energy ✔️ Respect and cleanliness ✔️ Interesting stories from the road ✔️ Maybe a shared meal or a small adventure together If I stay with you, I don’t just pass by — I connect. Let’s turn a simple stay into a memorable experience 🚀