Year: 2013

Travelling Light

Travelling Light

I don’t think I’ll ever become a light traveller. Believe me, I’ve tried: I limit shoes and clothes to a minimum and I have a PhD in finding travel sized items: toothbrush, shampoo, lotion, flash light, towel, computer, you name it. I even remove all unnecessary packaging, and apart from my guide books, all my

Incredible India

Incredible India

I never thought I had the capacity to perspire much, but I’m in the process of learning otherwise. India, however tenuous its claims to democracy may be in many respects, is equally generous to everyone when it comes to the opportunity to perspire and expire. Perched on my seat in a war- and weather beaten

Turkish Delights

Turkish Delights

“I don’t understand Turkey”, I said, when I finally came up for air. The hotel attendant’s apperently simple question: “What do you think about our country?” had hit me in the gut and left me dumbfounded. He threw back his head and laughed: “No one understands Turkey, not even us Turks!” Which is not hard

Pro Animal

Pro Animal

I’d simply had a smashing day: I’d been peed, pooped, and to top it all off, vomited on. And not only had I instantly forgiven the monster that did this to me, I’d even held it, petted it and fallen head-over-heals in love with it. The I-wanna-be-your-mum-provokingly adorable Rollie, together with his sister Rosali, was

All About Attitude

All About Attitude

Standing on the side of the road, knee deep in muddy soil, amidst patches of snow and ice, she takes a load of shit.  Most people don’t even see her, and if they do, pay her no attention as they hasten by. Unwittingly spraying her with their murky waters. Unknowingly missing out on her magic

Shit Shake

Shit Shake

A Shit Shake is a shake to shake shit off. It may be used in all kinds of situations, with all kinds of shit. Shit Shaking has the advantage of relieving you of the shit something or someone has imposed on you, in the process reawakening and strengthening all the happy muscles in your system.

La Gomera, Valle Gran Rey – La Merica – Arure

La Gomera, Valle Gran Rey – La Merica – Arure

«Consider the heat,» warned my newly befriended local, Dominique. Somewhat skeptical about my intention to walk from La Calera at the bottom of Valle Gran Rey, up La Merica to Arure, at about 800 m above sea level, “…it’s really blistering today”. I had studied the map and made up my mind; I had some excess energy to

La Gomera

La Gomera

Despite the fact that I had been travelling since three in the morning, sleep was not an option in my current position: My knees draped somewhere in the neighborhood of my ears, my bulging backpack in close proximity to my kidneys. From the look and feel of it, the bus taking us from Tenerife airport to

Ski Bum (dumb) in Åre

Ski Bum (dumb) in Åre

Shooting uncontrollably down the escarpment, head first, like a human snow plough, I wondered like Creep by Radiohead: “What the hell am I doing here!”  In what felt like a terribly long and much too fulfilling life time, I managed to shift my limbs into a spread eagle position. Painfully using my hands and ski boots as

Morning has broken

Morning has broken

Morning has broken, and what a daybreak. After a long drive in the dark the previous night, I went out like a light in the comfortable cabin’s loft and slept like one of the logs neatly piled up next to the downstairs fireplace. Sun rays now dance on my ice flower decorated window, inviting me