As we landed in Fuerteventura, a grumpy sky hovered above our heads. This was our pre-honeymoon trip, and optimism was in the air. So we ignored the undecided weather, and sailed off to our hotel Melia in Jandía, located … Read More
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When we arrived at the Podocarpus National Park in the southeast of Ecuador, the rainy season had just begun. The air was hot and moist. We had been trekking for hours in pitch darkness. And there I was, knee-deep … Read More
4am. The daily gong from Mount Phou Si first woke up the stray dogs. And soon, their howling stirred the roosters. 5 minutes later, they all quieted down, but the wooden floor above us began to crackle. The owner … Read More
Standing outside of the Cambridge Visitor Information Centre, we carefully studied the paper map. King’s College, Trinity College, St John’s College… and oh look: here’s the Fitzwilliam Museum, and there the Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology! Soon, we … Read More
Standing on the outer fortifications of the Castelo dos Mouros, Kerstin is holding out her hand to me. Come closer! Take my hand; you really can’t fall from here. I keep looking down at the valley of Sintra, while … Read More
The grey sky was lightening up as we were racing through pine forests on a national road. I could have sworn that the soil was getting sandier, and that we were actually getting closer to the Atlantic! We … Read More
I just climbed out of the shower as Kerstin almost ran me over. Oh my god, I just made a very old woman run uphill!, she exclaimed. She had been sitting on our guesthouse’s rooftop, observing the deserted Lasithi Plateau, … Read More
Do you think it was really the right decision to leave Paris? Sitting on the Quai des Tuileries, I dangle my feet and try to avoid looking into Kerstin’s eyes. A couple of Japanese tourists walk past us, then … Read More
7:30 am. The train from Mersch was slithering along the rails. Soon we would enter Luxembourg City’s railway station. But the rattling wheels lurched to a halt on the Biisserbréck (Biisser brigde). The sun was rising. From my window … Read More