Posts in category ”Travel destinations”
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From Gothenburg to Tokyo by train
There’s something ridiculous about stepping onto a train in Gothenburg with nothing but a backpack and the vague ambition to end up in Tokyo. Nine time zones. Seven countries. Endless buckets of hot coffee.
Being Godzilla in Tokyo
I walk alone through the streets of Tokyo, like a benign Godzilla without the sharp teeth. Everywhere I go, people stop in their tracks to stare at the six-foot-five gaijin. I do a “smile and wave” like the penguins in Madagascar movie, and start humming on the song “Big in Japan” by Alphaville.
Alone in Kyoto
Kyoto isn’t Tokyo. It whispers softly and lures you in with the rustle of bamboo and the silence between footsteps. It doesn’t fight to get your attention. You will listen anyway.
The gate of Hiroshima
The name of Hiroshima will forever be connected to the horrible event in 1945. On August 6, the first nuclear bomb to be used against mankind detonated 580 meters above the city, killing hundreds of thousands of people.
A day of war in Seoul
Seoul is a city of contradictions. Modern and ancient. Bubble tea and barbed wire. It’s a city that rebuilt itself from ash and artillery, where the past isn’t a distant echo but a constant hum.
Forbidden City in Beijing
Beijing is a magnificent monster built on dynasties, revolutions and dumplings fried in oil older than your ancestors. The smog rolls in like a bad hangover while the traffic honks with imperial authority.
Tent heating in Mongolia
Mongolia doesn’t care about your comfort. It doesn’t pretend to. Out here on the steppe, where the wind could strip the flesh from your bones and the stars feel close enough to punch you in the face, survival isn’t a metaphor, it’s a daily negotiation.
Dawn in Ulaanbaatar
One minute I’m dozing on a Soviet-era train, the next I’m dropped into the Mongolian capital like a sack of flour from a low-flying plane. I place my dusty shoes on the pavement of the Ulaanbataar railway station and quickly scan the area.
Isolation on Trans-Siberian railway
I found myself bunkered in a cabin on a night train from Helsinki to Moscow, flanked by a Russian couple whose smiles betrayed the same mix of curiosity and fatigue I’d been nursing since Europe’s civilized rhythms gave way to endless birch forests.
Red Square of Moscow
There are places that smack you in the face the moment you set foot in them. Red Square is one of those places. Less a tourist attraction, more a stone colossus of history staring you down. Welcome to Moscow, comrade. This isn’t Paris, and it sure as hell isn’t Disneyland.