Across the sand dunes in Denmark
You don’t need to visit Arrakis to experience massive sand dunes. A few days ago I was driving around in Denmark with friends. We saw an unusually large dune by the horizon and drove there.
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You don’t need to visit Arrakis to experience massive sand dunes. A few days ago I was driving around in Denmark with friends. We saw an unusually large dune by the horizon and drove there.
I guess most people visit Denmark for the friendly atmosphere and nice food. But then again, I’m not like most people. During this road trip across Denmark, the main topic was German bunkers from World War II.
If you want maximum travel experience in minimum time, a classic road trip is the way to go. The freedom of roaming with a car is simply unparalleled. You are free to choose between the packed freeways or the lonely dirt roads.
I love to spend time in cities, immersed by the creative chaos of mankind. This year I’ve seen a fair share of them. Tokyo, Marrakesh, Ulaanbaatar, Novosibirsk, Seoul, Amsterdam, Beijing, Inverness, Irkutsk, Kyoto, Moscow and many more.
It was a magnificent day for expedition departure with clear skies and 11 degrees Celsius. Me and Frida donned our heavy backpacks at the Central Station in Gothenburg and boarded the first train of many to come.
I walked alone in the streets of Tokyo and felt like a benign Godzilla. Everywhere I went, people stopped in their tracks and stared at me. I started humming on the song “Big in Japan” by Alphaville as I was a six-foot-five gaijin in a sea of short people.
It is a strange sensation to wander around in a Japanese town as a six foot four gaijin, a foreigner excluded from the language and everyday rituals that everyone within sight silently obeys.
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.
I am currently sitting in a dark room at a hostel in Seoul, South Korea. Trying my best to recover from an exhausting day of warfare study. Earlier this morning I looked into North Korea with binoculars, seeing their flag shaking defiantly in the wind.
After a long train journey, I had finally arrived in Beijing. First thing on the list was to get some food. I had hoped to casually sweep through the food court like Anthony Bourdain, but my noodles were awful and I felt more like John Hurt in movie “Alien”, just waiting for the chestburster to appear.