I spent three months in Melbourne. During this time I have struggled and wrestled with me and the city. Because I had bumblebees in my butt. Because I found it boring. And because I just did not give Melbourne a chance. Without realizing it, I was in love with Melbourne.
If a deceased Hindu is burned between the rivers Varuna and Assi on the Ganges, that's a good thing because then the soul comes to a higher level than usual. Many tourists now find that exciting, and the businessmen in Varanasi are masters of the game of spiritual blackmail.
Before India as a travel destination is warned: full, loud, dirty. I definitely have to go there, I'm also in summer in Athens. India has the nicest taxis in the world, serves delicious food, has nice smoggy weather, lots of little people, and they also play very enduring ... Cricket! I'm blown away.
I have found something that I thought had separated our ways in Africa: the vastness. Die Weite and I celebrated our reunion in the Westaustralian Rausback, what a joy!
Cambodia is my antipode to Malaysia. I'm wondering all day (well, almost) and am already in love, although I'm not here so long. Here is my preliminary list of the wondrous peculiarities of the country.
Tana Toraja on Sulawesi, a beautiful landscape with bananas, coffee, cocoa, Arak and much more, many hills, exceptionally unvulkanisch, and of course massive rice, water buffalo, pigs, few tourists and now and then a strong rain shower. Gorgeous! And a somewhat bizarre death cult.
Ayurveda, that's where you're bedded on teak furniture in fluffy white bathrobes and then a warm jet of herbal oil gently over your forehead ... my head was a single 5-star spa booklet. As it turned out, Ayurveda is a tough business.
Goa is special. The species of the Goaurlaubers is difficult to define, it moves between less cheerful tuned Russian package tourists and malnourished long-term hippies with a glassy look. In the mornings at the cereal breakfast, I sit comfortably on the beach terrace of a café, while below, an elderly gentleman with a tea towel on his head and leopard strands jogging his hips along the water. Good Morning!
A cat finds us on the Togean Islands - more precisely in the allotment garden Germania, where the sweet idleness is law.
It feels like a big fat cloud of money has moved across Africa and, just before it reaches the end of the continent, has quickly shook off everything it had in its luggage. Departure Lusaka, arrival Johannesburg, other world.