The brilliant and magical Sunday morning I wrote about couldn't end better! Do you know those days? When there is a nice flow and energy that this flow continues throughout the whole day? That you meet unexpected things or that you are in unexpected situations you always will remember? Such a day was this Sunday.
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, …
Whenever you plan a travel, usually you plan with a certain expectation. Most of the time this expectation comes true and you have had a very nice travel but also, a couple of years later, you forget about it till you see the pictures back again. A more memorable travel is when the experience exceeds …
I was going there too taking some pictures and suddenly, as a little boy who sees the ocean for the very first time, stripping till my underwear and ran in the ocean!
Slowly but surely I discover more and more about Malaysia and that's terrifyingly amazing! To celebrate our anniversary we made a 3 day trip to the East Coast of Malaysia and the next few blog posts will be about that. It's not like a diary style of writing, but more taking you with me through the most memorable experiences. This starting episode is about humans vs nature and the transition to a new comfort zone.
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
Part 2 of the story 'A Rainy African Sky' in which the trip did go that slow!
This Saga, though not true to the true meaning of the word is about the story I have told many times, yet never written down, so here it goes! Maybe a bit of a read, but relax and enjoy the ride :-). It was nearly December 2006. Together with my study team I was traveling in …