Category Archives: Travel
Poetry Slam (1) Cigar
My first attempt at travel poetry: I went to the bazaar in Kandahar and bought a cigar from a guy called Bashar. Don’t worry. I will continue to write predominantly in prose. (Zur deutschen Version.)
Easily Confused, # 12
Registering with university for the new term, it dawned on me: Continuing registration is better than continuing resignation.
An evening stroll, the sun and the sky
Every day, you should go for a walk or a run or a bike ride. At least once. Twice is better. It may be good for your health, but it’s definitely good for your spirit. Early mornings and evenings are … Continue reading
Vings Park at Night
One of the nice things about the area of Vilnius in which I live is that I only have one minute to walk to Vingis Park, a large and beautiful park which is in large parts more of an urban forest than … Continue reading
Lithuania: Eastern Europe or not?
Ever since my move to Lithuania a few months ago, I feel like I am in Eastern Europe. In fact, discovering Eastern Europe was one of the main reasons behind my move east (I should point out that I am … Continue reading
Old Houses and their Stories
“What is the story of this house?” That is what I wondered when I saw this majestic but derelict house withering away between the autumn foliage at Trakai in Lithuania. Later that day I stumbled across another building which was … Continue reading
Shrinking Lithuania
Now I understand why it was so easy to find a beautiful and affordable apartment when I moved to Lithuania: The population of Lithuania is shrinking. It has fallen below 3 million, meaning that this cute little country has lost … Continue reading
The Myth of the Israeli Passport Stamp Problem
When speaking to fellow travellers, globetrotters and Couchsurfers, I am always amazed how many people are afraid of visiting Israel – not because of Hamas’ rockets from Gaza or because of suicide bombers, but because of a stamp in a … Continue reading
Scott McKenzie, 1939-2012
I remember that time. I was a little kid back then and I found it strange. All these festivals with guitars and drums in a field. And how I hated these flower patches on my pants. But now most of the … Continue reading
A Windmill in Malta
(photographed on a visit to Buskett Gardens in Malta)
The Happy Hermit 