2020 has been a very strange year. In the wake of the corona virus, it feels like the grim reaper has been closer than usual. Today is the day of remembering the dead. I recently visited a cemetery in my home town, where I found some structures that reminded me of the Père-Lachaise cemetery in Paris.
Posts in category ”Travel”
In these troubled times of covid-19, global traveling has come to an almost complete stop after decades of ever-increasing growth. Last year saw a global movement in the climate crisis, even leading to the new term of “flight shame”. While the travel industry was still reeling back from this, covid-19 came in for a sucker punch like a furious Ivan Drago.
The corona virus is spreading throughout the world. My thoughts goes to all the affected countries in these troubled times. The nation being worst hit in Europe at the moment is Italy. It will likely be a no-go zone for a long time, so I think back on the many good times I’ve had there.
After being away from civilization for a while, the city of Durban would be a sight for sore eyes. But even though one may be fooled by the pristine beaches and tall buildings, the urban area can be deceptively rough around the edges. I usually love to discover new cities on foot, but this time I felt a bit uneasy with the surroundings.
The eastern part of Lesotho is a barren landscape, since it is above the tree limit. It’s lacking most facilities and points of interest, with one exception. Appearing at the horizon on top of a hill like a mirage is Sani Mountain Lodge, where you can find the Highest Pub in Africa.
Even though I released a book earlier this year called Here Be No Dragons, I must confess that I do enjoy a good dragon or two. So I found myself going up the steep dirt road in Sani Pass in a dirty jeep to look for them.
I finally found myself on the edge of Africa. Cape Town is often called the Mother City, and after having seen the view from Table Mountain I can understand why. But in terms of geography, the main price lies a bit south of the city.
Girona feels like an overlooked city, simply passed by many on their way to and from Barcelona. I did this myself a decade ago, but this time I will do my best to explore the streets and alleys.
I have arrived in Andorra, one of the smallest states in Europe. Hidden away high in the Pyrenees mountains, the country is secluded and seldom visited. The capital, Andorra la Vella, is one of the world’s highest capital cities at an altitude of 1029 meters.
It feels good to be back in Barcelona. The city is a very inviting mix of urban chic, historic flair and Mediterranean vibes. But the Catalan shouts for independence grows ever larger.