So what’s the Plan?

After the best two weeks I’ve had so far in my life, I’m waking up to a new world. The six hours of sleep I managed last night feels like a luxury, and after opening my eyes to that newly rising sun, I ask myself an elusive question that has become legendary here. What’s the Plan?

Nowhere in the world have I heard these words as often as I have in this crazy food loving country of Pakistanis. It’s as if every time the door opens, someone walks in to ask, so what’s the plan, and not once has it received an answer.

Life is bitter sweet without the answer, and as a true romantic it’s what gives my life a sense of adventure. Always a thousand plans but knowing that not a single one will go the way I think.

There is always something amongst these plans that shines through the fog like a lighthouse, pulsing itself and guiding the way. It cannot be seen with the minds eye, because it is not Einsteinian light. It is the light of intuition, and that can only be felt as it warms up the heart, usually through the stomach.

So, what’s the Plan?

The man of the house where we are staying at the moment knows that warm fuzzy feeling in the stomach. The food here has been absolutely spot on every single time, and it tickles from the first touch on the lips until morning.

While most of the world has alcohol for entertainment, the Pakistanis have their food. I think this is one of the many reasons that makes Pakistan a cornerstone for world food. Just like Thailand, every Pakistani knows about the ingredients, which tastes go with what, and how the ingredients should be prepared. But what makes this country different from Thailand, is that the food doesn’t stop coming, and it’s more of a desert taste. I should maybe say dessert taste instead, because even though the savoury dishes here can be mouthwatering, this is a country with the sweetest of sweets.

I’ve never been a fan of desserts in my life, but somehow I’ve ended up being lured into the magic of sweet things. Some are not so good, some are better than others, and some can turn your world upside down. I’ve learnt that in the midst of trying to make sense of the world through half open eyelids, a sugar rush is just what is needed.

And the choice is endless. You can imagine people since the dawn of time smoking up some of the worlds best hash and putting their heads together to make some sweet munchies. They have come up with everything, and imagination has definitely not been in their way.

There is one dessert which goes above all else on the creative munchies scale, The Falouda. This is a mix of many things and it differs from place to place, but usually it goes something like this. Holy basil seeds, fresh whole milk, caste sugar, cardamons, rose syrup, vanilla ice cream, toasted pistachios or almonds, rice vermicelli, and some sort of candy on top.

Most places that make these manage to get an unnatural sugary taste to it, at least for me, but looking at the list of ingredients I think it could be pimped up into something with the sweetest of nature that would even lure out my tongue.

For example the candy decor on top can swapped with rose pedals, the rose syrup could be made from scratch, or maybe there is a brand of syrup that has a more delicate taste so it doesn’t overpower everything else. Maybe even making some rose honey from that nectar of the mountains. And ice cream. Ice cream is something that can be ok, or it can be jumping up and down ecstatically delicious.

It’s all up to the chef and his/her so called plan. Take the easy way and the taste buds might thank you, but going with the flow, making an effort, and adding a little love into the mix at every stage can caress the ever changing balance of the taste buds into a near orgasmic state of dance.

So, what is the Plan?

We are romantics, so we always end up going with the flow, enjoying the company, and dreaming of those sweetest things in life. The days go on like this, morning ’til evening, socialising, eating, and falling in love.

Ramadan had an Eid of a finale and it’s time to go. We have one more week with our visa extensions and we need a way out. What’s the plan?

Deep in the unknown – The hidden jewel of Asia

To remove confusion that has arisen, we are not on a boat and we have no actual sails. The sails are figuratively speaking our work that we are doing that keeps us going, and the boat is our tuk tuk, which is stuck at the Kolkata port, maybe. It seems to be impossible to get in contact with the port to find out whether our tuk tuk is actually there, but it should have already arrived.

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Somewhere in the Bay of Bengal – Wed, 28.05.2014

We ran aground in the Bay of Bengal. Our supplies are moderate, damage seems to be minimal, but we were forced to leave our ship near Kolkata to find shelter and supplies. We are deep in the unknown of the Asian Jungle where two of the most holy rivers diverge. One heals all, and the other gives life. They are known in the western world as Ganges, and Brahmaputra.

I hope the natives are nice.

Gubbe ja Juho.

Dhaka, Bangladesh – Thu, 29.05.2014

This place has shown a side of humanity we had not known to look for. We knew that Bangladesh is on the map, but we thought it was a poor country where footballs and clothes are made, and that people ride around in boats rather than cars because it floods and there’s no roads. Perhaps this is true outside of Dhaka, but this is not what we’ve seen so far.

What we have seen is the bling of the Embassy area with the Banks and the American bistros, a little bit of the posh area where we were forced to stay the first night called Gulsham, and this DOSH something close to all the army golf courses and what not. Every place is filled with tricycle rickshaws and nice cars, but sometimes a taxi or an auto rickshaw can be seen.

I have noted that nobody worth their salt in this place would walk more than 2 blocks. These tryckshaws are buzzing around continuously, half empty half full, with people sitting on them looking like fools being brought somewhere. It is a strange place where people seem to be powerless to lift a finger, or take a step without someone doing it for them. People are looking at us as if we are crazy for using our own feet and carrying our belongings.

While walking, I found the best tea I’ve had so far anywhere on this planet. It was at the corner close to our first hotel. There were 3 guards having tea and biscuits from this man who carries them around on his shoulder with a stick, so I went in for a taste because that’s why I was out in the dark at 1 am. Looking for food.

The rice cake biscuit thing was the tastiest and most nutritious one I’ve tried. The man spoke no english so I couldn’t ask whats in it. I managed to mingle a little with one of the guards, and I was charged a total of 21 taka (0.20€) for a tea, 2 rice cake things and 4 biscuits.

At least we can eat something here without going bankrupt.

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Bangladesh, Dhaka – Fri, 30.05.2014

We went to find the bazaar, but instead found ourselves in a local restaurant next to the train tracks close to the army golf course. Nobody spoke English and the menu was in Bangladeshi. Their numbers and alphabet look different, and I forgot to take my wallet.

Luckily I had some change in my pocket that totalled 127 tala (1.25€). We showed our money to the waiter and tried to ask for something small, but he walked away and we weren’t quite sure if he understood. Then we started sweating.

We sat in the back of the restaurant where the air was still, because the fans rarely got the chance to blow our way through the people. Thankfully there was a kid who noticed our precipitation and realised to bring us water. While waiting to see if we had ordered something we looked at the dishes others were having. Everything was mouthwatering, especially the grilled leg of lamb at the next table.

After drinking around 3 glasses of water each, the waiter brought 2 plates of naan bread and a bowl of mutton curry for us. Once again, they had bones in them and now we are convinced, that one secret of cheap and tasty food lies in bones.

In the end we payed the 127 taka and I’m sure he gave us the benefit of the doubt, because 1.25€ is not much for food that good.

Later on at our B&B we decided to find out more about this hidden jewel that we have been marooned to. So far we know this place is called Bangladesh, and it has billboards of the current female prime minister here and there, but what secrets does it have? It was time to go digipedia.

Bangladesh seems to be the peacemaker of Asia, pursuing a moderate foreign policy which relies heavily on multinational diplomacy. They want to be friends with everyone having good relations with China, as well as the United States. Bangladesh has also pioneered the first intergovernmental body in South Asia and works hard in the UN to keep peace.

Bangladesh is apparently identified as a Next Eleven economy (Meaning it is considered to be a future economy), and it has achieved significant strides in human and social development since it’s independence.

They have made enormous progress in gender equity, universal primary education, food production, health and population control. One man even got a nobel prize for coming up with micro financing. No wonder all the bling.

But thats only half of it.

Bangladesh is still a poor country where half of the population are illiterate and there are a number of other problems also. One of them being the poor conditions of the workers who make our expensive clothes for cheap. In any case, Bangladesh has taken measures to make things better. Basic education is free for everybody, and change is in the air.

I’m starting to like this place.

Pojat soutaa blog

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Bangladesh, Dhaka – Sat, 31.05.2014

We have been eating at the same local restaurant, because it is the only one close that has real food, and proper prices. Everything we have tasted has definitely been michelin star standard and teamed with the 1€ price, we’d be idiots to go anywhere else.

Something I have logged is that after every meal, we are brought fennel seeds to chew as dessert. Maybe it has something to do with digestion.

The rest of the time we have been working to fix the sails. We found some Nepalese children to help fix the tear in main sail, and they really raised our spirits. (Greetings from Nepal)

The mezzanine is almost up to date, and today we fix the top. The rest of the sails seem to be in good shape.

We don’t know how bad the hull is because we left it on the rocks near Kolkata. On Sunday we find out whether we can go back to see it.

I will keep you posted.

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PS. The Castaway Blog may have taken so much attention, that our Dreaming in Nepal blog might have gone unnoticed. Please go back and read it if you missed it 🙂

The Karen People

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Yesterday we went for an adventure. We got fed up just lying around in Mae Moei resting, and we had finished all the unfinished work that we needed to do. So we hopped on our little monster truck and decided to do some off-roading.

Everyone says the roads in Myanmar are really bad, and the new super snazzy highway that connects Yangon to Mandalay, is a four laned, overpriced airstrip that has nothing. It goes through nowhere, has no traffic, and apparently is completely useless. We’re better off breaking down on the old road, because at least there, we might run into someone that can help.

So as a warmup we took on the mud and the holes, and our baby bird flew like an angel. She tackled everything that was thrown in her way, except Pyry’s muscles. Sometimes he can be a bit rough while screwing around.

After the breaking in, our angel had started whining a little, so we decided to tighten her up before getting wet again after Songkran. We gave a good yank on every nut and bolt we could find, and the last one, one of the four bolts that keep the front wheel connected, snapped under Pyry’s humungous strength…

Luckily we had decided to do this in front of a shop that just happened to have nice people, with the right tools. In a jiffy they took out the old bolt and gave us a new one, slightly shorter, but seemed a bit harder, so I really hope size doesn’t matter. I think that as long as it’s hard and doesn’t break, it should work fine.

After tightening our nuts, we headed off into the mystery roads that even google maps have never heard of. In the end we found what didn’t know we were looking for, a beautiful valley between two luscious mounds. Every mans dream.

We asked if we could stay the night, and like usually, we were very welcomed. Suddenly there were dozens of kids running around, some throwing our knives around and others playing karate kid with our juggling clubs. Everyone was having a blast.

Once finished, we were so hungry that we bought some of the local eggs and made a Khai Jiao, Thai style omelette on our heavenly kitchen. I think the eggs came from the chicken that was continuously watching me cook, or then from one of the other hundreds that were freely running around. These village people let all life join in the fun, and by doing that, they stay healthy, with nutritious, natural, fresh, free food at all times.

Then we went to wash up in the mountain stream and were greeted by the only man who spoke english. He asked what we were doing, and instead of camping, he asked us to his home. This is when we found out that we had stumbled into a village that has been inhabited by the Karen Tribe for over a millennium.

He showed us to his home, and we chatted for hours. We asked about the Karen people, and they asked us about Finnish people. We laughed a lot and shared very similar views of many things, including the fact that they pride themselves on helping each other, without accepting money.

In the end Juho and Santin found their deepest connection, a true love they share together, Football. It goes to show, that we’re all basically the same.

Then we had dinner. I don’t know what it was, but it was kind of like a crab and fish stew with rice. They were amazed that in Finland we have to pay for our crabs, while they just pick them up from the river. Even the water tasted like proper water, because it came straight from the mountain stream with only a little filtering, though in Finland, the ground water doesn’t even need to be filtered.

Then we found out that the Karen food, compared to Thai food, uses no fish sauce, no sugar, and unlike in Finland, the small crabs are meant to be eaten with the shell on. That way they are much more nutritious, and taste really nice. It was like eating chips.

After our tummies looked like they were about to burst, we jumped on the pick up and went to look for the Songkran after party. This time we got so lost that even the locals didn’t know where we were.

We ended up coming back to the village, where they had pitched up a tivoli at the temple grounds, and enjoyed the old school film projector, and Pyry shot some stuffed rabbits for his godson.

Then it was time to sleep.

We woke up at the third call of the roosters, i.e. 5 am, the natural wake up time. It’s amazing how one rooster starts, then the next one joins in, then the next, then a dog, and soon the whole valley is echoing with life. It is simply the most natural wake up call, and it feels good.

We packed up, checked the oil, checked the water, and rolled off towards the sunrise. It was a wonderful experience.

Ta blu dòh mä, my brothers! You shall always be in our hearts.

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Are the vegetables greener in Cambodia?

You know the old saying, ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’? Well I was thinking about this a while ago and with the logic minded brain that I have, I came up with a theory.

If the grass is greener on the otherside, that means that wherever you look, the grass is greener than the patch of land under your feet, right? Doesn’t this then mean that whenever you move anywhere, the grass just keeps getting greener and greener? Doesn’t this then mean that everything is just going to get better and better?

So are the greens greener in Cambodia? We don’t know. We never got there. Instead we got to a piece of land that was not Thailand, and I’m not sure if it was Cambodia either because we could see passport checks to both countries about 300m apart. We were standing in the middle with two huge casinos on both sides.

We missed the bus and wouldn’t have made it on monday night so we decided to pay a few hundred extra baht and take the easy way. First buses left at 5am and we were asked to wait because 1 had come unreserved and they asked for one more van. This was quite a good chance space wise and sleeping would have been excellent if the driver hadn’t gone like crazy over every bump. I found myself hovering over the last 3 seats and then pounding into them time after time.

The door was opened and we were greeted by a blindingly shiny light from the outside. Half a sleep we packed our bag and found that the minivan had gone, so had the guide and the third man. Everyone was shouting something about visas and we had no idea where to go. We started walking and got a bit lost trying to steer away from the crowd and were greeted with a beautiful view of Cambodia.

Photo: Pyry Kääriä

Photo: Pyry Kääriä

Next to this back alleyway on the right was the actual Aranyaprathet bordercrossing, or other words the gate to gambling country. I think both can be used to cross from Thailand to Cambodia, but the other costs money and gets you a stamp which saves you from paying fines from overstay. We were 2 days late for this visa run so it cost 1000baht each.

After paying the fine we got a receipt and it was off to the casino for the all included breakfast buffet. The omelette was good and the thai food, but the chorizo-type sausage things were horrible and so was the thing that was next to it on my plate. And whats with buffet orange juice? Aloe vera and dragon fruit seeds were tasteless but the pineapple is always a good choice. And they had proper Thai coffee! After breakfast we waited a moment outside and looked at whats for sale at the small duty free stalls.

Photo: Pyry Kääriä

Photo: Pyry Kääriä

Then walked back to the Thai side and were stamped back in. It was back into the airplane minivan ride and we were half an hour early in Bangkok @ 13.30.

Cambodia is yet to be discovered by us. Maybe next time.

Myanmar, kuume nousee.

Vuoden vaihtuessa olimme paratiisisaarella Andamaanienmerellä.

Meillä ei ollut sen enempää sähköä kuin autojakaan. Sen sijaan meillä oli rauhaa, riippumattoja, telttoja, intian valtameri ja kaskaat joiden siritys oli voimakkaampi kuin paloautojen sireenit Bangkokissa. Vuosi 2013 oli valmistelujen vuosi, vuosi 2014 on tekemisen vuosi. Välissä oli hyvä rauhoittua ja kerätä voimia. Maanantaina ollaan taas Bangkokissa ja pistetään pyörät pyörimään.

Sitä ennen pitää kuitenkin käydä Myanmarissa. Thaimaan viisumimme kaipaavat uudistamista joten käymme huomenna pikavisiitillä. Silloin emme paljoa ehdi paikkoja koluta. Mutta Burman kuume alkaa vähitellen kutittelemaan. Tähän mennessä olen ajatellut Burmaa lähinnä haasteena, miten saamme luvat järjestymään, kuinka pärjäämme tuk tukin kanssa huonokuntoisila teillä, miten selviämme kulttuurishokista, entä kuvausluvista jne. Haasteita joiden selvittämiseksi on tehnyt töitä.

Lisäksi olen rakentanut käsitykseni Burmasta toisen maailmansodan historiaan sekä Thaimaalaiseen toimintarymistelyyn Bang Rajanin varaan. Miltei odotan törmääväni viidakossa majuri Wingaten chinditeihin tai hulluun viiksiniekkaan vesipuhvelin selässä.

Vielä en ole käynyt Burmassa, mutta täällä raja-alueella one saanut sen verran hyvät maistiaiset, että olen alkanut odottaa Myanmarin-etappia, paitsi haasteena, myös vesi kielellä. Viimeisimmät päivät olen kiskonut burmalaista ruokaa, teenlehtisalaattia, inkiväärisalaattia, munacurrya, munakasta jne. Kaikki on ollut aivan jumalattoman hyvää. Ja mikä parasta, kävimme keittiön puolella opissa joten pääsemme jakamaan makuja teidän kanssanne 🙂

Nyt odotan Burmalta hyvää ruokaa ja hyvän ruoan lisäksi seikkailua. Läpikulku on vastikään auennut ulkomaalaisille. Tulemme matkustamaan paikkoihin joissa valkoiset ovat viimeksi käyneet 70 vuotta sitten, kiväärit kainaloissa. Vanhukset muistavat vielä miltä he näyttivät ja nuoriso on kuullut mahdollisuuksista, sijoituksista ja rahasta mitä valkoiset tuovat tullessaan. Sitten me saavumme paikalle Tuk Tukillamme.

Eiköhän tästä seikkailu saada aikaiseksi.

.Juho

Empowering yourself – Food and Circus

These days the term ‘Empower Yourself’ has risen into the consciousness of the masses. The ever growing need to get meaning into ones life has become a huge business especially in the western world. But why is this not so in the east?

Why does the east not need empowerment and the west does? Isn’t the west more civilised? Do they not have everything better? Are they not trying to tell the rest of the world that their way is the way everyone should live to have a better life? Are they not kings of the world? Let’s look at this empowerment from a few perspectives.

If you look at the amount of food and the quality of food people eat in Finland compared to here in Thailand you see that it’s double the food and less than half the quality. In the western world food is processed over and over again losing nutrients all the time. The natural milk is processed into margarines, cheeses, yogurts, creams etc. etc. etc. The one milk that used to have all the needed nutrients is now a lot of by-products with the nutrients spread out and mostly lost in the process. Then it’s advertised that low fat and processed food is good for you. The company gets more money, and the people get more waste products. People need to eat more biomass to feel content and even that is an illusion made by added chemicals.

In Thailand the street food portions are small, but always enough. Every time you eat you feel like you get what you need. There’s no processing, no advertising and no need for all the civilised mumbo-jumbo. Eating nutritious food makes you feel content from a small amount. Your body only needs what it needs and thats it. No extra is needed. This can be seen in every other part of life as well.

In the east the people who eat street food smile and help each other without the need to get anything extra. Some don’t even have houses and they’re happy. There doesn’t seem to be the mentality where ‘I need to be better than my neighbour’. This doesn’t seem to be the case in the west.

Which is more important, to be happy, or to be wealthy?

In the west everything must grow all the time. Houses need to get bigger, cars need to be faster, economy needs to grow, technology must go forward and plates need to filled with excessive shit. People don’t seem to get what they want even though they have more and more and more and still more. Nothing seems to be enough. Inflation keeps growing and people feel they have less and less and less. Less is more in the east, more is less in the west.

So let’s go back to this empowerment thing. To be empowered is to be content, so you can live life with freedom from the need to make yourself content. Hmmm. I need to write that again.

‘Freedom from the need to make yourself content’. Interesting.

Lets look at freedom. In the west when you can support yourself financially you have money and you are well off. Money gives you freedom to do what you want. Freedom to buy food, freedom to buy wellbeing, freedom to buy this and buy that and buy all the things that you think you need to live life happy. So in the western logic money is freedom. But whats the price of this money-freedom?

To get money (Freedom) you need to get it from someplace, usually someone. So following logic, you need to take someone else’s Freedom to get some Freedom for yourself, because Freedom doesn’t grow on trees you know. When you earn yourself some Freedom, the taxman wants some for himself so that he can share your Freedom with others who aren’t so well off as you. And as we all know, all of our Freedom is slowly climbing up the ladder to the 1% that controls everyones Freedom.

In the eastern philosophy content comes from all the things that money cannot buy. Content comes from health, peace of mind and most of all from Family. In the east Family is such a big thing that its not just your relatives, but the community around you, even the strangers that come across your way. They have no homes for the elderly where grandparents die of loneliness. There they take care of each other from beginning to end and the new beginning.

Now let’s look at empowerment from the medical point of view. In the west when you are not healthy you get a pill. This again gives you the illusion of being well. In the east when a medical man diagnoses a patient, they correct their diet. They know that there’s a reason why the term ‘you are what you eat’ has been around for thousands of years. Your body needs nutrients to be able to do what it does. And let’s just be clear that nutrients ARE NOT the same as calories!!

In the west they have found surgery and again, the pill. The body is not given the chance to fix itself because that would be bad for business. In the east medical people have found acupuncture, qi gong, tai chi, martial arts, yoga and all of these physical things help nutrients buzz around your body so that the body can do what it does best, fix itself.

Don’t get this wrong. Western medical science is fantastic when the shit hits the fan, but the money men have realised it into a business. And making money out of healing means you have to convince people that they can’t heal themselves. This is plain bullshit.

Empowerment. Taking control of your own life. Do what you can to be all that you can be. Support yourself.

Everyone, and I mean everyone has a built in support system called the skeletal structure. It is designed to support the weight of your body and actually the weight of your world as well (Your world, and the way you see it, is actually your mind). The better your skeletal structure supports you, the less muscle work is needed. The less muscle work, the less energy you use, and the less stress gets put on you mind and body. This is a huge part of empowerment.

Jorgos Supporting Family Photo: Lotta Pitkänen

Jorgos Supporting Family
Photo: Lotta Pitkänen

Mind effects body and vice-versa. Tension in the body makes tension in your thoughts, and tension in your thoughts makes tension in your body. So the term of the day is ‘let go’. Let go of your tensions. Let go of your presumptions, let go of your fears, let go of your hopes and dreams, let go of everything. What you have left after letting go is true freedom.

Freedom from yourself, from your thoughts from your tensions. This freedom allows you to have everything. It allows you to do anything you want and to be everything you ever wanted to be and more. When you let go, nothing, and I mean nothing, changes, except your view of the world and the way you feel about things. Don’t limit yourself because you’re used to it. Learn to trust yourself. Learn to trust other and learn to trust life. Circus.

Circus is family. Circus is eating right. Circus is qi gong, tai chi, yoga and everything else all put together. Circus is getting to know who you are, mind and body. Circus is a way of life. Its a way to get to know what your mind and body needs. Its a way to live without boundaries.

Circus teaches you to be more than you ever thought you could be. It teaches you trust in your support system i.e. trust in yourself, your family and life. You learn to be content without needing anything extra, because you already have all that you need. Nature gives us everything we need to live life in content. We don’t need to make ourselves content. We are content if we want to be content.

Here’s Freddy summing it up:

Circus, street food and the will to live, is empowerment. Let yourself be empowered, don’t try and make yourself empowered. Let us all be winners.

Two one way tickets to Bangkok, please.

Three weeks to departure.

Katse kaukaisuuteen

Photo: Vanessa Riki

In March 2013 we decided that the time was ripe to make this madcap adventure-dream come true. Five years the idea of driving a tuk tuk from Bangkok to Helsinki had been brewing. Pyry lived in Bangkok for his teenage years and Juho had just come back from there. Both of us found ourselves in circus school and began to understand the importance of well-being and a healthy diet.

We had began to wonder how it was possible that so many restaurants make such bad food for such an outrageous price. Good food is food made with love, not from the desire to make money from people’s necessity to eat. Then the lightbulb sparked.

What if we actually do go to Bangkok and buy the tuk tuk? We could tune it up into a lean mean street cooking machine and drive it to Finland. Then we can start our own street food stall and make food with love for a reasonable price! And to fund the whole thing we can film the adventure into a TV-series and sell it all around the world!!!

So now we are here. There might be easier dreams to follow, but this one is ours. Dreams are rarely realised because they are not taken seriously. Reality is a scary place and many think their dreams are not important enough, or worth the effort to fight for their existence. This dream is important to us. This is our way to share some goodness around.

After a little trepidation we decided to get up and do something about it. We went to the tavern, ordered a few beers and stuck our heads together. How can two broke circus artists get a tuk tuk all the way to Finland?

Of course this scared the hell out of us! People naturally avoid responsibility because of fear of failure. Both of us learned from circus that failure is actually the first step towards success. Fear of failure leads to evasion of responsibility, but when you carry responsibility for your own life, you need not carry anything else. Everything is in our own hands.

We are confident that every experience along our adventure can be handled, every setback will be taken as a new possibility, and everything unexpected will be enjoyed along the way. It’s up to us to make it what it is. A lot of responsibility, a lot of freedom.

This was the first big realisation moment. Understanding that if we have the will, we’ll find the way. No one else is going to make this happen for us. Our dreams and our lives are in our own hands.

Okay, so we drive the tuk tuk to Finland and make it into a TV-series, simple as that. Eight months to learn all that needs to be learned and do all that needs to be done. Except we didn’t know what we needed to learn or do.

So we wrote a couple of emails about the concept to production companies to see if they would be interested. Not one replied, and no wonder. We were standing on a solid dream that no one else could see.

We felt that if we wait too long, this will never happen. So we started our own production company and got our second realisation. We agreed never to wait for something to happen, but instead, we would always come up with ways to make the tuk tuk dream take shape. As a consequence, we have done almost everything ​​possible by ourself but we have also learned an unimaginable amount of thing in the process.

The next step forward was finance. It was hopeless to apply for a bank loan or attract sponsors. With nothing to show we were going in circles. Then it happened. A whale shark snatched and told Juho about crowdfunding. Straight away it felt like our own thing. It would give us start-up capital, it would work as advertising, we’d get something to show the sponsors and distributors and it would give many people the opportunity to be involved. Above all, it will make us to do instead of wait.

The third awakening. We have received a tremendous amount of support and help from friends and strangers. We have learned to ask for help and we have learned to accept help. It feels like we are doing the right thing at the right time and it’s as if we are working together as a team. A team full of friends, relatives and strangers. This has already been an inspiration to many people, including ourselves, and it will be in the future as well.

Three weeks before departure. We have been working hard for 8 months. We have sponsors and partners and distribution to four countries (as soon as we learn to write a Distribution Agreement). We still have our heads in the clouds, but we have grown our legs to the ground. We have done all that we can, as well as we can and the tuk tuk is speeding forward. There’s a vast emptiness ahead. We have planned and prepared all that we can, but an adventure is always an adventure. Emptiness makes everything possible.

Welcome aboard,

TTBoys