Five years — Traveling in times of fear
Today five years ago I was sitting in a restaurant in Timbuktu waiting for lunch while across the city in our hotel Martin was shot dead and Steve, Johan, and Sjaak were kidnapped by a gang associated with the aQIM
Why solo travel is the best and why not traveling alone rocks
Ah, the glam of solo travel! Sunday was yet another Valentine's Day I spent as a single. I was sitting in a nice bungalow on a hill in the Tuscan countryside, surrounded by a dozen dogs, binging on romantic movies
A day in Rome — When in doubt it’s a church, and other things I learnt
I had not planned to go to Rome now. But my first Italian WorkAway starts only on Friday. I am leaving Berlin on Wednesday. So I might as well start here. Coming in via Fiumicino airport I get a first taste
Happy hopeful — How to be an optimist
In honor of my birthday I was going to muse about travel & age today. But then two things happened that made delving deeper into the idea of being an eternal optimist more appealing. The first thing that happened was that
What did you do one year ago today? – How Walking Home has changed me
It was exactly one year ago today, on a sunny Sunday morning, that I set out on an elaborate adventure. I had it in my head to walk from my home town Berlin to Biarritz at the French Atlantic coast.
Trading work for food and lodging – The wonderful world of WorkAway
Do you want to change your life? What if I told you that you can test drive this new life at an extremely low cost? The answer is WorkAway (or WWOOF or HelpX,
Father feelings
I first met Ian and Judy when my WorkAway host Bob from up the road in Campes and I walked the dog and visited them for coffee. We met again at a curry and quiz night organized by another expat
Walking Home, week 21: Because, la mer
Day 141 - to Aubeterre-sur-Dronne Another night in which I have hardly slept. The damp cold has spread throughout my body. From up the river drums and bass could be heard all night. A metal club I presume. Paul, who shares a
Walking Home, week 19: I’m a pilgrim, godamnit!
See, what I did there in the title? This week my spirits hit an all time low when I hit the Way of Saint James and expect bliss. Day 127 - to Clergoux In the morning I pack up my stuff, eat
Walking Home, week 17: Give me a break
Day 113 - to Lyon (or Saint-Cyr-au-Mont-d'Or) In the morning it rains even heavier than the night before. I'm trying to get the tent dry under a canopy and in the washroom and fail. At least Anne from Lyon has replied to