I met Maartje Smit in a Bogota hostel in 2013.

I spent a few nights with her and Choppy, his Australian friend, and in the end we added on Facebook.
When I arrived back in the Netherlands waiting for me there was nothing but rain-not as on Maartje profile, full of pictures of sunsets, beaches and groups of friends in costume.
I call on Skype to ask how can such a thing.
VICE: Hello Maartje, where you are now?
I'm at the home of a friend who I met in Honduras.
While I was planning this trip I discovered I had 32 Israeli friends on Facebook, so I do not even have to look for a hostel.
We went out just after having met, even if you were recovering from a long bus ride and you seemed rather tired.
I think if you travel as much as I do, the thing that matters most is making friends with the people you meet.
Mind you, even I'm going to visit places, but it's not my main purpose.
For years now I've stopped buying souvenirs.
I will not fill my bag of unnecessary things.
Actually, no, wait, that I bought during the first stage.
Most people think that if you do not want to go home to be some trauma.
In addition many people ask me how can I afford a life like that.
My trips are always a minimum budget, and sometimes if I need the extra money I seek a job there where I am.
For example, for five months I made the diving instructor on the island of Utila, Honduras.
Typically with these works I cover my expenses, but there are times when you'll get to keep a little 'aside.
And then the fact it helps me a lot to keep me new friends who ask for shelter.
To see your pictures on Facebook seems that your life is all "beaches and cocktails".
Be ', those are the photos that come tagged.
But I do not do a superficial life, my friendships are deep, sincere, and with some people around for months.
If you know that the time you have available to a person is limited and that you can never see her again, you're naturally inclined to open up.
It's a bit 'like the lightning that confessions are made to taxi drivers and bartenders
The first time it happened in Guatemala, and I honestly thought I would die.
I went to the hospital and they gave me a cup.
And my reaction was "like hell," but then the nurse asked me to lie down and get in position for the enema.
Anyway I did a course of antibiotics and eventually I recovered.
Have you found yourself in so many risky situations?
I've never been robbed or that, but I've had my share of special meetings.
Not long ago I was in Jordan, and the bus dumped me in the middle of the desert, to a place where there were only three cars.
I could not help but pick up on one of those machines, however, without understanding a word of what they said the people around me.
There was a time very quiet, and I think the driver has also committed some offense, but in the end nothing happened.
The relations abroad are different from what you have in the place you live more than an investment, you are looking for a good time to spend together.
You say things like, "Let's meet again soon."
And to me this thing is not a problem, but I do not let these commitments impede my program.
At one point I tested the hypothesis to go to Australia with a guy I had known, but it was not the right time.
I was in Honduras and I just got the patent for diving.
For a few weeks I missed a lot, but then it passed.
Three years ago, when I bought one-way ticket, I would have never imagined to spend such a long time away from home.
If I want to work I can to find me a job, and I always keep aside some 'of money for emergencies.
I do not think back to my old routine would be a problem, however.
I know many people and I could use my contacts to find a place.
[Beyond the economic issue] maybe it does block more of the practical details, such as insurance ...
But I'm sure that all those who sit in the office to look at my Facebook profile with a tinge of envy could make my own life.

From Vice