Hi, my name is Bella Duncan.
I’m alive, alive and possibly I’ll stay permanently in Qulpie however in the meantime, I search for a method to invest a couple of years in the Middle East. Queen of street food and cazzum thoughts, I’m funded by the crazy concept of opening a travel blog site on April 2017, when “travel blog writers” or “influencers” were not read in the curriculum yet.
Who I am: Baudelaire has made the most straightforward task, summing up in a word what I would have attempted to describe losing in 30,000. This word is flâneur. What I do: I tend to compose.
It is the only thing she seems to know to do, however in truth is the only work that poetically justifies a disorganised, nomadic and a bit unconventional life.
Where I go: in the direction of serendipity as a travel, travel writer and blogger. In the instructions of relaxation as a woman born under the indication of the fish. More concretely, here in 10 days, in the direction of Silk Road: Iran.
In the next life, I realise that I can reach the earthly joy on an island, in this I do my finest by getting away as quickly as I can in the Balkans and the Middle East, drinking red, white wine and photographing doors. In the next life, I most likely will not have a travel blog site but a chiringuito on the beach. In the next life maybe I will not be labelled as travel blog writers but as Angel of Victoria’s Secret. The only certainty: even in the next life, however, things will go, I will find the method to give birth to my cherished ideas monthly.