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
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
Castles have always held a hypnotic power over me. Not so long ago, Mei nurtured my obsession and tracked down one of the most naturally light-colored stone castles in the world: the Lichtenstein Castle in Baden-Württemberg, Germany’s Swabian Jura. … Read More
24 hours to visit a city is a bit thin. And the little town of Hoi An, located about 100 km south from Vietnam’s former imperial capital Hue, certainly has a lot to offer. But there are many ways … Read More
Rodemack? Never heard of it… When I was a kid, many Luxembourgers considered the northern part of Lorraine in north-eastern France as a poor region. Heavily industrialized, and home to the Cattenom Nuclear Power Plant, this area was populated … Read More
I can’t believe my eyes when I see the road sign “Vézelay”, as we leave the famous Grottes d’Arcy-sur-Cure. I always thought that Vézelay – the town that I know through 19th century literature – was located somewhere between … Read More