Actually I don’t like the actual act of travelling. Especially flying. Flying for me is a necessary evil to get from a to b. Until now my secret how to survive a flight was: Close your eyes and get to it! Window seat, neck cushion and sleeping pill for the win. And then I was sitting there on my flight back from Zanzibar to Frankfurt. And there it was: Mount Kilimanjaro in all its glory. And I really had to [...]
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Oh Zanzibar, I miss you. Already. One week was not enough. I know, I know, it was my decision and I really wasn’t sure if I would get bored if I would stay two weeks there. Alone. On my own. How wrong I was. If there would have been any chance I would have stayed longer… at least one more week!
The first days I stayed in Stonetown, got lost many many times in the narrow alleys and took thousand of pictures of doors.
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Ok, let’s be honest. I really hoped it would be true. Because somehow it would have been really funny. And cool. And I was really looking forward to seeing this. But, as often with stories, which sound toooo good to be true, it’s not true. Too bad. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Oh, ok. I see. Let’s start again. Once upon a time there was this girl (yes, I’m talking about me) who was invited to South Africa [...]
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