They are roughly my age. In worn clothes and dirty backpacks they hang like teenagers in shade of the trees across from the restaurant where we’re eating lunch. They are as barefoot as the kind-looking, but dirty, dogs they have…
Category: Travel
All posts written on or about my travel adventures.
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,…
Stranger Danger
I always say that there is something liberating with the conversations with complete strangers. The people who think they know you best often take little interest in you or how you might have developed since you saw them last, already knowing…
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…
Questioning Morals in Bangkok: Visiting a Ping Pong Show
It was not as bad as I thought. From a selfish point of view, that frightens me almost more than the reality of the situation itself. There was a large group of us, all tucked into four tuktuks heading towards…
The phantom of the Operation
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…
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…