Posts in category ”Travel destinations”
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Mythbusting in Wellington
I’m currently in Wellington, New Zealand. At latitude 41°S, it’s the southernmost national capital city in the world. This is about as far south as you can be without hiking through Patagonia.
New Years Eve in Sydney
Sydney on New Year’s Eve is like someone spiked the Kool-Aid and handed it to an entire continent. The city gleams with a kind of sweaty anticipation, shimmering in the December heat as tourists and locals alike fight for a view of the harbor.
Bricks of Segovia
The magnificent aqueduct of Segovia was created around 100 AD, being one of the best preserved Roman aqueducts in Spain and possibly the world. 14 kilometers of stone brought water to the city with a one-percent grade of slope.
Viva Las Vegas
One might think that you arrive to Sin City by casually driving your car down the Strip, throwing your car keys to a valet and start indulging in whatever the premises have to offer.
The beauty of Big Sur
Big Sur is a section of the Californian coast, often said to be one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world. We left the cozy town of Carmel early in the morning, leaving nothing but memories (and unfortunately a pair of sunglasses) in the sand.
Back in San Francisco
It’s been some years, but it feels like I never left the streets of San Francisco. It all feels familiar. The smell of Chinatown, the loss of dollars at Amoeba Records and the questionable people in the streets of Haight-Ashbury.
London calling
For some reason, London has never really been one of my favorites. “Bad food, worse weather” as they once put it in the movie Snatch. A swirling mess of fog, fried carbs and five centuries of imperial guilt jammed into a modern-day Monopoly board.
With the Terminal man at Charles de Gaulle
I was recently sitting in Terminal 2 at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, reading The Terminal Man, the tale about Merhan Karimi Nasseri who has been living in Terminal 1 of CDG for 16 years.
Rendez-vous in Rio
Rio de Janeiro is the kind of city that shouts, sings and sweats through your shirt before breakfast. This city isn’t just alive, it pulses like a samba drumline placed on eternal repeat.
Passing through Paraty
Paraty is one of those colonial towns frozen in amber, where the streets were laid by sadistic masons with a grudge against ankles. Cobblestones the size of baby skulls, slick with centuries of rain and regret.