Andorra, briefly and without illusions

Es war ein nahtloser Grenzübertritt. Außerhalb der EU schon über 3000 km sind wir gefahren. Das kleinste Land liegt im Tal links und Rechts Berge, Tankstellen, überall der Sprit ist wesentlich günstiger ein paar Häuser graues Wetter viele Menschen 20° warm aber nichts gegen die tollen spanischen Temperaturen, Werbetafeln, Einkaufszentren, nichts aufregendes und einladen des Tanczik Tourismus und aufgrund der …

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Grey morning, moving towards the big city

The sunrise never really showed up. It stayed hidden behind clouds, leaving the morning grey, damp, and slightly unfinished. Not what we had imagined the night before. When the sneezing started, we took it as a hint. We packed up and moved into the car. The angler nearby hadn’t caught anything either, which felt oddly reassuring. Still, the night had …

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Barcelona, with and without a camera

Sunday in Barcelona leaned heavily toward shopping. The weather helped, soft, inviting, and so did the fact that many shops were actually open. T-shirts, ashtrays, postcards, shirts, trousers, scarves. Everything distributed evenly across a dense labyrinth of streets. We wandered through it calmly, immune to most tourist offers, which felt like a small personal achievement. Somewhere along the way, we …

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Crossing the border to spain, learning the coast

Crossing into Spain didn’t come with a dramatic shift, but the tone changed quickly. The first coastal towns along the Costa Brava were unmistakably tourist-oriented: promenades, compact beaches, everything arranged for short stays and long summers. It didn’t bother us. We were passing through, not checking in. Near La Selva de Mar, we touched the Mediterranean for the first time. …

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From provence to spain, before breakfast

The night in the vineyard was short. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because the wine harvest waits for no one. At five in the morning, enormous machines began moving through the rows, efficient and indifferent, harvesting grapes in the dark with industrial calm. Somewhere between sleep and waking, it became clear that staying was no longer part of the …

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From Berlin to the alps – on the road to Chamonix

Back in 2013 we set off on a road trip that would take us from Berlin all the way down to Spain. I was travelling with my former girlfriend Susan, and as with most good road trips, the real journey started long before the destination ever came into view. Leaving Berlin meant hours of asphalt, changing landscapes and that quiet …

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desert castle loop – on history’s trail

Durch zufall lerne ich leonardo aus buenos aires kennen und wir entscheiden uns die desert castle tour zu machen, zu zweit können wir den preis ein wenig drücken. Alle gebäude die wir heute besichtigen wurden von den umayyaden errichtet, dem 7. größtem imperium auf der welt, sie beherrschten das landgebiet vor portugal bis arabien! Um 9 geht’s los, der fahrer …

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Irbid – now for the non touristy part

Die zweitgrößte stadt im land (750.000) hat touristisch recht wenig zu bieten, außer ein paar museen steht hier die yarmouk universität, eine elite uni des mittleren ostens. Die stadt wirkt mehr lebendig als amman aber ich bleibe nur für eine nacht.   Ich habe mir ein auto gemietet und habe eric, den ich in amman wiedergetroffen hab in jerash abgesetzt …

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