Tent heating in Mongolia
I am currently in Ulaanbaatar after sleeping a couple of nights in a traditional ger tent on the Mongolian plains. It feels good to be back in civilization (sort of) with an internet connection and a warm shower.
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Dawn in Ulaanbaatar
I got off the Trans-Siberian at 7 am after four nights of irregular sleep. While placing my dusty shoes on the pavement of the Ulaanbataar railway station, I looked around the area. When tired and hungry, you are an easy target for the shadowy existences walking around here.
Isolation on Trans-Siberian railway
I shared cabin with a Russian couple on a night train from Helsinki to Moscow earlier this week. They told me that a plane had crashed near Perm with 80 dead and some damage done to the Trans-Siberian railway.
Red Square of Moscow
As I walked across the cold cobblestones, I realized that the Red Square of Moscow had been on my bucket list for decades. The onion domes of St Basil’s Cathedral and the walls of the Kremlin are well-known sights to most people.
The black balsam of Riga
When I set out to explore a new city, I tend to look for the odd things that cannot be found back home. So far, Riga has not disappointed me.
Scotland tour
We came, we saw, we had a fistful of haggis. The road was long and we covered about 1500 miles in a week with visits to uncountable cities, towns and villages.
Memories of Skye
The Isle of Skye is one of the most remote areas of Scotland, with the Hebrides archipelago around the corner. Despite narrow roads on hillsides with sharp turns and the occasional sheep on the road, the countryside is charming and some places even have coffee.
Having pancakes at Prinsengracht
I know that I should stay away from pancakes after my sturdy Moroccan breakfasts a few weeks ago, but I happen to be in Amsterdam and it would be unwise to skip the infamous Pancake Bakery at Prinsengracht.
The winds of Essaouira
Essaouira feels different than many other towns in Morocco. The usual smells are mixed up with a fresh ocean breeze and the layout is less chaotic with streets in a straight line. The ruckus of Marrakesh is but a memory.
A sip of coffee in Marrakesh
I’m in the busy town of Marrakech, Morocco. Around here they drink ridiculous amounts of green tea with tons of sugar, but the country is also renowned for their strong, black coffee.