Trying to fall asleep on my night flight from Munich to Bangkok, I find myself lost in the thoughts that often return to me in moments when the body is at rest but the mind steadily fights on. Life lately…
Category: Travel
All posts written on or about my travel adventures.
Strangers touching my butt, or “I’m so dirty”
I believe that, in general, we should always be open to new experiences. That we should with an open mind put ourselves in situations we have never been in before. And should we find ourselves surprised at what we just…
“Running” late to Barcelona
It started with me throwing all my fruits and snacks along with the garbage as I was rushing to the bus stop. Right there and then, I should have understood that it was just ‘one of those days.’ Within minutes…
Brussels part 1: Repeated realisations
I had forgotten to put on a skirt. This realisation hit me as I walked through the door, not while leaving my house but entering the personnel office at the university. Naturally, the day I forgot how to get dress…
A perfect day hiking next to Mt. Marmolada
For about a week, Pandabear and Bambi came to visit. It was that pleasant peace that comes in the company of good friends. We decided that one night we should stay at a mountain refugio which turned out to be…
The 30+ club
Suggested Soundtrack: About a week ago I returned to an apartment in an as messy state as I left it: dirty dishes, unmade bed, in the refrigerator moulted vegetables and soured milk, a cockroach in a glass jar (it’s a short and just-as-pathetic-as-it-sounds…
17 hours of fruitless German queuing and training
Suggested soundtrack: Imagine Dragons – Thunder The woman on the other side of the counter could feel my panic. The room could feel it. With sweat like a second skin, I could feel it. The train was two minutes late,…
Like meeting an old lover
I’m back in a rainy Germany, back in Osnabrück, a place I jojo-moved to during my studies in my mid 20ies. Despite being a place where strangers became friends the city carry the melancholy touch of loneliness. Here is where…
London, life, luck
I took a left turn on the street straight into a theatre, having no idea of what I was getting myself into. The crowds outside told me it had potential and hungry for substance, I decided to feed the soul…
A cabin in the woods
Tucked in between an overpriced ski resort and the hills and valleys of the Dolomites, there were five of us: myself, a car and three arborists. I was down with a minor flu, the car was jammed one foot deep…