Three weeks in Mongolia. Badaboom. My heart is racing and I start feeling queasy. What have I done? Three weeks. Desert, nomads, trekking, taking a “shower” in rivers, sleeping in tents. I mean, I’m not really a posh chick, I jumped out of planes, raced with 120khm through the desert, fell from a camel (twice)…
In my travels, it’s not the landscapes but the faces that linger in my memory – brief glances, sincere smiles, and captivating looks frozen in a click. Each face tells a story; sometimes, I am fortunate enough to share them here, and other times, they remain a private conversation between two strangers. Even if our…
Actually I still have no idea what the “top things to do in Stockholm” are. The first time I’ve been there, well, I made some mistakes, and now, after the second time, I still haven’t seen everything one obviously should see in the Swedish capital. I didn’t go to Vasamuseum nor to the Nobelmuseum. But…
Do you remember this one summer day, when you were running across the fields barefoot and with a strawberry ice cream in your hand and the sun was tickling your skin? Or this one day, when for the very first time the butterflies started dancing in your stomach? I’ve said it before: Eating at El…
Between you and me: I don’t like Munich. There is no particular reason, I just can’t stand this city. Munich is pretty and some of my friends even live there and like it. And yes, Munich gets even me every single time I’m there. Kind of. For one night. A wink, a “damn, this is…
Sun is tickling my skin and I close my eyes to drink in her smell. An ant scuttles across my arm and waves are pounding on the lakeshore. Summer arrived in Berlin. Finally. The city is seething and groaning and is vibrating full of zest for life. And we’re driving. Out of the city into…
