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As I drove into Death Valley in the dark hours before sunrise, I silently pondered why the area got its name. It’s one of the hottest places on the planet and the record temperature of 56 degrees Celsius was measured here in 1913.
It feels good to be back in Los Angeles, the city of angels, devils and Hank Moody. Even though I started the morning by dipping my pale toes in the Pacific at Malibu, I’m not doing Venice this time around.
If you prefer to spend your vacation on a sunny beach instead of walking through crowded cities, this book is not for you. This is a love story about the big cities in the world.
Tonight the annual Halloween parade was planned to roam through Greenwich Village in New York as usual, but it has been cancelled due to the emergency situation in wake of hurricane Sandy. I guess somewhere Jack Skellington cries out in agony.
The city of Vienna is closely associated with Mozart. When he was six, Mozart played his first royal concert at Schönbrunn palace in the presence of Austria’s ruler, Maria Theresa and the royal family in 1762.
When the kids in the movie Eurotrip arrived in Bratislava, they frightfully whispered “Dear sweet mother of god, we’re in eastern Europe”. Well, I’m in Bratislava today and for the record, it’s nothing like the that scene. No angry dogs, severed hands or dodgy characters.
Some people in the travel industry are well-known from television series where they travel around the world. But this time I would like to focus on the not so well-known faces of the traveling sphere.
Tim Ferriss is the author of The 4-Hour Workweek, first published in 2007. After his speech at SXSW the same year, the word quickly spread through the blogosphere and the book soon became extremely popular among aspiring digital nomads.
Time for another year at Way Out West, the cozy and predictable festival in the forest. It’s always a bit of a challenge to have an early slot at a festival, since people tend to arrive later in the afternoon.
I spent the weekend in Cologne, an interesting city where the locals seem to have a voracious appetite for Kölsch, the peculiar pale ale served in tiny glasses.