Category Archives: Photography
Don’t accept anything from strangers!
Is it coincidence that the evil man in this mural in La Paz, Bolivia is hiding behind a Donald Trump mask? In any case, I find these warnings misguided because most strangers are good people.
Bury my heart – wherever
People ask me why I don’t go to a hospital when I am sick, when I get bitten by a bear/anaconda/piranha, when I have strange viruses, when I am bleeding from all orifices or when I have kidney stones (OK, … Continue reading
Video: Take a break!
After hiking up and down Cerro San Luis (4,267 m) in Cajas National Park in Ecuador, I had to cross this river. Because they had run out of printed maps, the ranger had told me that if I kept walking … Continue reading
A Walk around Iași
I only spent one day in Iași in the far east of Romania, which is the far east of Europe for most of my readers anyway, when I was on the way back from Moldova, even further east. But fear not, … Continue reading
Sheep
On the plain you see the so-called valley sheep, while the mountain sheep are grazing halfway up on the side of the mountains. Now in winter they are slowly making their way down where they will set up camp close … Continue reading
Bay of Sheep
Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca has not only the famous Bay of Pigs, but also a secret Bay of Sheep. With a view like this, I bet the wool produced by these sheep is extra cozy.
President Busch is dead
Yes, Bolivia had a President Busch, too. In a strange coincidence, Germán Busch was the 41st and 43rd President of Bolivia, just like George Bush Sr. and Jr. were the 41st and 43rd Presidents of the United States of America. … Continue reading
Not my kind of hostel
South America is noisy enough, I definitely don’t need a hostel that advertises “party”. (Photographed in La Paz, Bolivia, where I found quieter and cozier places to stay.)
Murder on Easter Island
“Are you here to investigate the mysterious deaths?” I was asked when I arrived on Easter Island, shattering the image of a peaceful paradise. “No,” I replied, but it made me curious. Over the following days, I should find plenty … Continue reading
The little Literature Lover
The museum in Narihualac was closed. All I could do was walk through the dusty streets of the small village, watch one of the many religious processions which take place in Peru every day, and visit some bars to soak … Continue reading
The Happy Hermit 