Yesterday evening I had a WTF?! experience of completely outrageous proportions. I was mistaken for a prostitute. Now, you probably thinking that I was wearing my usual miniskirts, high heels and maybe my oh-so-cool black hat (which would be no…
Category: Funny
A PhD storyline…
The dark side of a doing a PhD no one properly warned you about In addition to some really rather wonderful things, doing a PhD comes with a lot of emotional luggage. It’s like dating that hot chick/dude in school…
Hitting a Travel Milestone: Missing the Flight
I’ve finally done it. I missed my very first flight. On many occasions have I been causally sitting around the airport to be the last person to enter the plane, in mid-run I could’ve been found rushing to the gate,…
Fear: Diving and driving on Koh Tao
My heart was beating at its absolute maximum, and not in the good way. I was drowning. Or so my body thought, my mind knew I had plenty of air. All I needed to do was to breath steadily through…
Passed out in Railay, Thailand
Exhausted I am lounging at my bungalow hotel: Rapala Rockwood. The mosquitoes are feeding on me, I (too) have eaten too much, I’ve burned all body parts above my waist, my legs are still shaky after climbing up to the…
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…
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,…