I did not want to take that wiggling bridge again we took entering the docks I wrote about in Pt 3 of this series. In little boy's excitement I did cross it once and that was more than enough! Still blown away of the 'National Geographic' walk we saw the main entrance and walked out, …
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In Paris is the metro with their typical entrances, the squeezing of rubber wheels, the typical sound of iron, the smell of piss, Paris, yesssss, you are a magnet attracting people from every corner of the planet!
After a long week it finally was Sunday. Weeks always feel too long, especially when there is work to do on the Saturday as well. After a week it is always longing to sleep in, to be in bed, to relax, to be comfortable laying in each others arms, looking at each other thinking "should we get up already"? No. not yet, absolutely not yet. And our heads fell back on the pillow.
The first part out of two in which I tell the story about rain, kindship and adventure in Zambia, Africa
I wrote this experience some years ago when I still was in India in 2009. I found it again and published it here on the blog. It's a story how I have learned from people I met at a school where I had an intern period. I was part of a task force, making an …
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