The Rome week started on Monday when I due to temporary laziness for perfect planning, showed up at the airport much earlier than I normally would. Thank God for laziness, for at the airport I was notified that my flight…
Category: Travel
All posts written on or about my travel adventures.
A healthy ration of perspective
South Africa, part three Almost an hour late for pick-up Han Solo rushed into our hotel informatively proclaiming: “We already got some ‘technical issues’… with our very ‘South African’ car…” It was our first day of a three day holiday taking us out of…
A rooftop view
South Africa, part two From the ceiling water dripped rhythmically into buckets placed systematically along the church benches. It was an early Friday morning and I was at St. George with Mickey Mouse to partake in the monthly sermon held…
For richer or poorer
South Africa, part one The bus took myself and Don Quijote from Cape Town airport into the city. First the landscape was empty, with occasional buildings hiding between a tree or two in the plentitude of grass. As in silent…
Bellum omnium contra omnes
Armed with two 60 cm long green pillows, Bambi and myself walked through the tourist crowded streets of Barcelona. Fifteen minutes later feathers soared serenely in a “setting-sun”-atmosphere filled with battle cries, laughter and the numb sound of pillows-in-movement hitting…
Breaking the silence
On Mr. Posh Spice‘s request, I break a silence I had devoted to work and novel writing. Not being a man to ask: “how are you doing?”, he instead referenced the regular “emotional-status-report” he apparently view my blog as. During…
Cento percento Italiano
Two days ago I had my most Italian experience up to date. My (second out of three) train arrived at Milano train-station 15 minutes late. Having lived in Germany, I am no stranger to run to the train connection. So,…
Magdeburg revisited
My morning mood slowly leaves me, as through the soles of my feet, and I change back from the Mr. Hide that defines me after disturbed sleep, into the Dr. Jekyll I feel like most of the day. Helping is…
Pursuit of youth
On my recent birthday a friend Facebook-commented that this was my “final year of youth”. In theory I really do not mind growing older, neither visually nor socially, sometimes it is just so incredibly refreshing to be spontaneous, naive and…
Closet racism
Being ‘elsewhere’ rather often I have the privilege to meet people from all over the world on a regular basis. Despite enjoying this immensely, I immediately categorise these people into two different categories; nice people and racist jerks. Occasionally I…